Human Diary Novels & Stories

Helma nodded and started her search in the study. Helma checked six rolls in the first shelf and her stomach grumbled from hunger. She ignored and kept searching. She found two files already and wished she had magical powers to call them out. Helma searched the second shelf and found a diary. She admired the green cover with a pine tree drawn in the front page. She tried to open it when Donald snapped "Helma, you should understand privacy by now" Donald's cold but authoritative tone shocked her. She kept it back in it's place and continued her search.

For the past couple of days, Hilda had been at home in the Imperial sorting out the old belongings of her mother. There were the clothes that she had worn when she was a baby, her mother's diaries, and so on. Putting on a diffuser with a calming essential oil and turning on the heating, Hilda sat by the French window, attentively reading her mother's diary. On that yellowed diary were pages full of pen written words. Hilda could still recognize that handwriting, shapeless, twisted, and ugly, but each word was sincere and real.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

My throat burned. I grabbed a half-filled bottle of water I had left on my desk and gulped it down at once. The feeling came again, rumbling down in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if this was pregnancy-induced or the pool of blood that kept flashing back to my mind. I got to the bathroom before I let it out. The sink was covered in my puke. I ran water over my face. I dragged in air slowly as I walked back to the office. A diary caught my eye as I packed every file and document back into the drawers. Pink colored thick-covered diary. This must have belonged to Victoria.

So how the hell did the plot suddenly take such a dark turn like this? This is a total scam! Gosh, I want a refund... Just when I thought there's nothing that could surprise me anymore, I was proven wrong once again. It was when I reached the middle part of the diary. The first word that was written on top of the page immediately caught my eyes. If I was shocked before, now I'm shocked and terrified. I almost dropped the diary when I read the words that were written there. "I died and returned back in time to when I was sixteen."

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

I felt so flushed and embarrassed I lost my appetite immediately. “Thanks for the meal. I’ll do the dishes later.” I said as I hurriedly cleared my plate and dashed upstairs. I could feel him watch my every move and it made me so nervous, I almost ran. I got to my room and decided to quickly wash off my face first, like washing my face would mean washing off the embarrassment. I got to the bathroom and tried to turn on the tap but the part went off completely and the water poured out uncontrollably. Shit I had forgotten Anna had told me it was faulty.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

I was shocked when he pulled the diary out of the hidden floor compartment. How did he find it? I began keeping a diary during my time in the psychiatric hospital. I wrote in it constantly, filling page after page until the day I died, recording every memory of Jayden and me. My death came too suddenly for me to get rid of it. Luckily, Vivian never bothered to search my place. XX/XX/2010 The nurse gave me another shot today. It hurt so much that it made me miss Mom. I'm not mentally ill. XX/XX/2010