Little Diary Novels & Stories

He recognized the ribbon immediately. Lily had insisted on tying it around everything she thought was “important.” Slowly, he untied the knot. The pages were small, decorated with childish flowers drawn in pink crayon. Across the first page, written in uneven handwriting, were two words. Lily’s Diary Carter closed his eyes. He hadn’t seen that handwriting in eighteen years. His fingers trembled as he turned the first page. Dear Diary, Daddy says writing my thoughts down helps when I’m sad.

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.

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.

He whispered once again to my ears. He was handcuffed and taking away. My parents Daniel and his mother came running in. My mother collapsed out of shock for what has happened to me. My Dad was shattered. My hands and legs were untied. I gathered the last strength that I had and spoke to them. “Daniel there is a diary in the house. I locked it in a safe box. The password is 4810. Go through the diary”. “You will find out all the answers to the question you have concerning the very first evening that we met in that restaurant”.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway. The first page had Sophia's name and a date from three years ago and the pages were filled with her handwriting, paragraphs of tiny neat words. "This is her diary," I said. "That's not—" Adrian stopped. "I thought that was a work journal." "It's her diary." I flipped through and saw they were all dated, all personal entries about her life and thoughts. I turned to the last entry and my blood went cold when I saw the date. The day before she died.

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

* I got tired and bored so I started digging into Leena's stuffs. Remembering the box I found,I quickly made for it and brought the diary out. The first page was kinda boring. Just filled with lyrics and half written words. I found it hard to understand what it was all about. I flipped more pages and something caught my eyes in the middle. "...dear diary, it's dad's death anniversary today. I miss him. I wished Mom had died that night instead of him. Life is so unfair. Taking what I care for and dumping me with the least choice I could ever make, MOM."

Yet, there was an unmistakable presence that lingered behind. My eyes immediately landed on the disarray of belongings scattered around—a half-folded sweater draped over a chair, a pen precariously close to rolling off the edge of the desk, and a small leather book shoved clumsily behind a lamp. As I stepped closer, curiosity got the best of me. I pulled the book out, brushing away a thin layer of dust that had settled on top. It was a diary—Reya's diary. My heart dropped. I opened it carefully, flipping through the pages filled with notes from class, doodles of flowers and strange symbols, and the margins packed with her thoughts—snippets of poetry, quotes she adored, and random observation