Observation Diary Novels & Stories

I should try understanding this entry a little later. I put down the paper and pick up another diary entry. At doon ko lang napansin na the previous entry I was reading doesn’t have any year at it, and the fate format have change. Compare to the one I am holding right now, the first one is very much more a rant but the date and time seems off… I just shrug my shoulder and proceed to read the other one. “9th of September, Year 1525. I saw it. I saw the entrance of the abyss.”

It was indeed a diary but instead of writing about daily routines or feelings, Niel wrote some short notes with each one of the notes having a date underneath it. '12 January... I saw her for the first time today. She sat at the back of the class rolling her long wavy hair around her fingers and ignoring all the other students inside the class, except her friends. She only had two friends...' Haylee read the first note that was written two years ago.

He doesn't know if his father will return. He was two hundred in age, his father was almost thousands. He can still recall his father's order, "If you want to leave, do it. Don't worry about me. Go in a year where peace is at hand..." His diary dated February 1915. He was doubting on leaving his father. 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.

Something moves through my chest. "He's observant," I say. "Frighteningly." She takes a sip of tea. "He's been running some kind of assessment of you. All three of you. He has a system or would I call it a diary, I don't know what's in it, he keeps it in his head, but I recognize the look. His mother does the same thing. Catalogues everything." I think about the bedroom window. The wave. "He knows where I stand at night," I say.

But me, the only thing I kept was a notebook. Small and black with that elastic band. I had bought three of them from the stationery drawer in the east wing study on day four because documentation was the only form of control I had left and I was not going to surrender it. Every morning I wrote down what had changed from the day before. Not feelings. Data. The distance at which I could register Lucien's presence in the building. Exactly what I felt when he was in a particular mood whether it was emotional or physical. The moments when my body knew something before my mind had caught up.

I noticed that absence, the way I had been noticing it for the past several months, with the recognition of someone who had spent fourteen months of Saturdays tracking filings and deadlines and the next move in a sustained campaign, and who had arrived, without ceremony, at Saturdays that were what they were. The boys had been here since nine. Junior had a field map of the park that had been revised four times since January and was currently in its fifth iteration, incorporating a newly identified formation in the northeast corner that he'd been building toward documenting for three weeks. Billy had the notebook, the current one, which had been updated to include a new section he'd titled, w

I nodded. My mind was a bit puzzled. I had no idea what I would need this for. I never had a diary before and I did not know where to start or how to start using it. Although I had a million things running in my mind all at once, I did not know what to write. This diary will not be of use to me for a while. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Even when the teacher was teaching Math on the second lesson, I could not concentrate because of how much I was staring at the book.

"Maybe this diary holds the key to uncovering more about my past." Sonia sat alone in her room, engrossed in the contents of Frank's diary and records spread out in front of her. With meticulous care, she arranged them in chronological order based on the dates inscribed on each page. Deeply curious, she decided to begin with the entry that coincided with her own birth year.

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...