Observation Diary Novels & Stories

My notebook lay open beside my laptop, filled with observations that somehow felt more personal than professional. Before closing it, I added one last line. Still impossible to read.

I simply can't do anything' 19th November, 1989 Your Jahan. Noor-e-Jahan. Sheharzaad searched every nook and corner of that diary. But she did not find his name. The diary contained more of Jaha Ara's emotional turmoil and nothing much. Her small letters to her family. Irtaza, Shehryaar, Dua and Haider. Occasionally to her parents and Omer as well.

Dominic said behind me. I hadn't heard him approach. No footsteps. No sound at all. I turned to find him standing in the hallway, still in his work clothes, studying me like I was a calculation he'd already figured out. “Are there any other boundaries you'd like to test on your first day?” His tone was flat. Not angry. Worse than angry. “I was just exploring.” “You were testing.” He moved closer, and I didn't step back this time. “There's a difference.”

She also noticed that few pages were missing and it happened to be the day of the incident at the hunting site, the day he shifted and the day they went to the market. She had interrogated him stylishly after she found out the diary and saw that he remembered the day of the hunting and that of the market but couldn’t remember the day of the shifting which means it was empty because he didn’t remember to write them down and also he didn’t bother to write those two because he remembered vividly, she made him confirm it and he unconsciously did.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

An older man with a shock of wiry gray hair and a barrel chest, he looks a little intimidating. “Ladies and gentlemen, get settled. Class has officially started, and that was your first prompt. From now on in this class, you will hear that bell randomly. When you do, I want you to write down exactly what you were thinking at that moment. Whether you are intently concentrating on my lecture or thinking about clipping your toenails, I want the truth. I will be using this information for a study you all agreed to participate in by walking through those doors.” Everyone dutifully pulls out a piece of paper and starts to write down some comments. I was thinking about Noah when the bell sounded. N

Wang Yi-An had been feeling unproductive since the alteration in her agenda. The agenda she had set up in her email was a schedule sent by Mr Han. If Mr Han was still her supervisor, she would attend and work on a photo-shoot right about now. However, she sat at a desk doing nothing, and out of boredom; she drew sketches of her environment. Yang Tian-Xu smiled at her, and said, “Yes, I had printed out a copy of your schedule. I will also email it to you later today.” “Thank you.” She replied as she received the single piece of the document. “But, I don’t need a copy.” Wang Yi-An has a photographic memory, with just one glance, she could remember it forever. Never have to look at it again.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

It was a new day, a brand new day but this time around, the morning sun wasn't out yet. The weather was in a mixed mood. It was as if the weather was also not happy about Mr. Evidence's situation. It was 7:00am in the morning but it looked as if it was 6am. The weather wasn't in a happy mood at all!