Little Diary Novels & Stories

Slowly opening it, he revealed a pink diary adorned with a bunny hugging a carrot, its pages secured by a plastic lock requiring a password. Although the lock could have been easily broken, Landon hesitated, pondering for a moment before impulsively entering his birthday. The lock clicked open.

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day, the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I saw us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I can’t wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life. You are such a light to both your father and I and you woul

Diane’s POV I silently tiptoed across the room, grabbing my journal from the locker and heading downstairs to the living room. I took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and warmed up my left over food in the microwave and settled down on the sofa, crossing my legs and opening my diary. I stroked my chin, taking a deep breath to settle down and release my shaking legs before reminiscing on everything that just went down and putting them into my diary. DEAR DIARY,

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

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?”

Everything blurred. Everything passed. Until— Lunch. That was when I finally moved with intention. The library. Quiet. Still. Safe— Or at least quieter than everything else. I slipped into one of the back tables. The kind no one paid attention to. The kind that felt hidden without actually being hidden. My bag slid onto the table. My fingers unzipped it slowly. Carefully. Like I was opening something fragile. Or dangerous. The diary came out. Dark. Still. Waiting.

“Well, look at that. Our little rat goes to our school.” I flipped through a spiral notebook. The handwriting was tiny, meticulous and loopy.. definitely a girl. I dug deeper into the bag, my fingers brushing against something soft and pulled it out. It was a small notebook bound in worn faux leather but it didn’t look like a textbook. “What is that?” Jasper asked, finally pulling his gaze away from the window. “I think,” I said, tapping the cover playfully, “we just found a diary.” Silas paused with his glass halfway to his mouth. “Read it.”

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

I calmed myself and went to sleep even it was still daytime. I write on my diary. I started my diary since the time Hero started making moves on me because I have no one to tell my feelings about him. I can't tell my problems and worries about him to my father, so I bought a thick notebook and a small box that I can securely keep it. In my diary I write everything about him, my feelings, hatred, anger, happiness, worries, and funny things we did. It made me smile so crazily when I wrote about our sex escapades, his insatiable sex drive on me, how I love him, his weird allergy to women.

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.