Observation Diary Novels & Stories

Sleep did not come that night either. James lay on his back in the dark of his bedroom and stared at the ceiling the way he had been doing a lot lately. His bedroom was small and organised in the way that a man living alone organises a space. The notebook was on the side table. He had written eight pages in it before leaving the station. Eight pages of everything he remembered, everything he had observed. The recovered image. Lydia's composure. The envelope that had been prepared before he arrived.

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 roll out of bed, slip on a loose tank top and black boy shorts, and decide today feels like the perfect day for something new. I head to my favorite little café downtown — the one with the cozy outdoor seating and strong espresso that always clears my head. The air is warm but not yet unbearable, and I choose a table under a large umbrella where I can people-watch while sipping my iced latte. My jet-black hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and I’m wearing a simple white crop top that shows just a hint of the love marks still visible on my stomach. I scroll through my phone absentmindedly when I notice her.

Dear Diary, A myriad of gratitude cannot adequately express what I feel right now. My happiness feels so complete. I have regained love. Love from my mother-in-law that was momentarily lost. Something I thought I would never have, I can now obtain. So a thousand words of gratitude are not enough to express the fullness of the happiness that now fills my heart. Dear Diary, Allow us to live our future years with happiness. I know our journey is still long. He and I have other responsibilities that we will be accountable for in His presence.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

I took out my phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a quick picture of the certificate before restoring everything else to its original place. But the diary… I hesitated for only a moment before flipping it open. Its spine creaked like a dying whisper. The first pages were nothing—childish scribbles, mundane moments of her past. "Mom yelled at me today." "Isaac brought me ice cream." "Isaac played with me." So ordinary. So innocent. I almost laughed. She really had no idea what kind of world she belonged to now, did she?

The kind you’d expect from a bored, spoiled girl. But then on the fifth page of one of the older journals—I found something. Something that sent a chill down my spine. “Dear diary, Today is March, 2012. I will see him again. I’ve only seen him once before, but he’s the kind of person I know I can’t be with. I’m writing this down so maybe one day I’ll remember because I forget things so easily. Oh, I forget things so easily. But the one thing I can’t forget… are his eyes.

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.