Human Diary Novels & Stories

She felt helpless and weak, and the thought of not being able to save her best friend was driving her crazy. Suddenly, her hand hit something underneath the bed; she first paid no attention until she heard the metal clank from the shift. Double-minded, she pulled it out, her eyes landing on a rusty old metal with a yellow drawing. Memories from college swamped her mind; she had one, too. She and Mireille called it their secret diary, only that it contained everything. Lifting the lid off, she wiped her face with the back of her palm before searching through them. Most were old notes from herself, Mireille’s late parents, and her first love.

Malia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the book, revealing page after page of handwritten notes. It was Bianca's diary. Malia's eyes scanned the first page and her heart broke as she read the words. Bianca had started writing in this diary when she discovered she had a brain tumor, a condition that could potentially erase all her memories. The thought sent a shiver down Malia's spine. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her sister to live with that fear.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

“Thank you.” “It’s all good.” She got up and went over to the counter kept at a corner. Bringing a notebook, she gave it to me. “I know that I can’t remember much after a few hours. Most days, I—I can’t even remember that I can’t. So, I started writing everything down as much as I could. I want you to take this.” I took the pink diary and flipped through the pages—it was at least fifty pages, all filled completely. “But, uh,” I chuckled. “Isn’t this kind of personal?”

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

“How will I survive without you dad?” “How dad how?” I yell. I stand up and move toward my shelf. I take out my diary with my shaking hands. I open the diary and see the title of 2019. I want to read it. I know it will hurt me a lot. But I need this. I miss my mom and now dad isn’t with me which makes me more afraid of this world. I started writing diary on the day when I came to know about my mother’s cancer. I open diary to read.

I was in disbelief that Henry could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which laid under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Henry's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped it's pages opened. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about giving up on the diary when I saw a recent write up and it had my name written. Dear Diary It's been long since I last opened you. I guess life issues could actually make one forget a friend. Anyways, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck bef

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr

As I was flipping through the channels, I became intrigued by it, mentally noting what to do if the mother fucker became a zombie. It turned out that the noise was caused by overgrown branches on the tree outside the kitchen window brushing against the glass. I busted out laughing, feeling like a dip shite for believing Jimmy had transformed into a zombie in order to locate me and exact his revenge. Not long afterwards, I broke down and ugly cried for an hour and a half before collapsing into a deep slumber.