Human Diary Novels & Stories

It took him hours before he decided on entering the room with the diary clipped in his armpit, the pocket watch on his left hand, and the gold key inside his pocket and chanted the same. He felt a thousand of needles piercing his body, he thought he was about to die. After a few hours, after recovering from the pain, he took a glimpse of the place where he was transported... There's a newspaper at the doorstep... September 1940.

But then she completed in the next breath. “I read it all…from your personal diary" She said the last words like a weight was lifted up her chest by telling the truth. "Personal Diary?" Ahn asked. The amusement leaving him completely 'What the hell am I? a 13 year old girl to have a personal Diary?' "Yes love yes. I know all about it. The depression you went through. The anxiety and fear of my rejection that you wrote about in your Dairy pages after pages" "Depression! Anxiety,! Fear of rejection!!" Ahn’s voice increasing after every word.

KAI-VII The days I spent reading through Dawn Holland's diary were extraordinarily long. I got to learn only two things from the first journal. One, she carried out far too many experiments for a supposed medical doctor. Two, she was a psycho! Her entries in the journal showed that she was desperate to make something. Something that would change the game in our world. For the most part, she called the thing "IT". Sitting in Seven's studying, the air was stuffy as I opened all the diaries in front of me. Curiosity was getting the best of me. Worse still, time wasn't on my side. I had to find a lead now that Ratio was breathing down my neck.

he turned back to the deer he had caught, he bit into the animal's neck and drained it of it's blood in a few seconds. "This is different, Jidey." "How is it fucking different?"he exclaimed. "We are the only ones standing between this place being totally destroyed... And I think I might have seen... I'm not sure I know what I saw." "I have seen her too," Jidey replied as he got up and stared his blood red eyes into mine. "What?" I asked surprisingly. "I went by the diner and saw the girl. Adeezah, was it?" "That was Qayah, brother. It was really her!"

In the past, I had a lot of incidents where I went through all this, but right now I wanted to be robust. I opened the diary and placed it in front of him. The only page I needed to show him was where he wrote that one sentence. 5 October 1998 Today, my daughter Lyra Brown is born. His eyes went wide as he read what he wrote two decades ago in his diary.

I feel like I am in an alternate universe where nothing makes sense. Hazel My mouth is hanging open by the time I finish with this page. Hazel is right. He is insane! I come from a line of insane people. December 20th, 1972 Dear diary, I am going crazy. My mate is a nutcase. He won't even let me open a window to get fresh air. The same guy from before brings me all my meals because Graham doesn't want anyone else seeing me. He says he is lucky he convinced his father to spare me.

Their worlds have flattened into one, but instead of making it smaller, it’s made a capacious new country, weird and wild and never the same twice. Derick is the one who suggests they start keeping record. A logbook, tucked between the loose floorboards beneath the kitchen table, stitched together from old paper bags and receipts. Each entry is a howl, a secret, a snapshot: David’s handwriting sharp and impatient, Darrel’s all loops and nervous smudges, Derick’s almost unreadable except to those who know how to listen for his absence in a line.

Humphrey then suggested her to write it down and gave her this diary. She has been writing everything she has been feeling in this diary…related to... everything that happened that day. She has written about her nightmares… her version of truth of that day…her worries for her uncle and the Grisham’s…. about how grateful was she to the people here….how she was doubtful if she would live or not…about how she missed her mother whom she never met…everything. Everything….except one thing….

Espyae? Pyramids? I only wrote about wanting to go to Espyae to see the pyramids in my diary. When I started writing about Harvey in my diary and paid attention to his every gesture, I instantly knew I might have developed feelings I shouldn't have. Since it was foolish to become enamored with the man who hated me, I burned my diary when I was 18. My dreams, too, turned into ashes, following the burning of my diary. That was why I thought no one would ever find out about it until this day. Oddly enough, Harvey actually knew about my dreams.

There's nothing interesting but Kim Hana's diary. I began to read the diary carefully. However, she did not find any writings stating that she knew she was not a real child, only the issue of Kim Nami's sexual orientation which also turned out to be only camouflage. Most of the contents of the diary only contain problems when studying in Drama, about how her mother was sick to death which made her depressed, and only a few contain about Hansung. I sighed, even though to my knowledge Hansung was the main reason for the suicide attempt.