Spongebob Diary Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell if he had something to do or if he got nervous when I asked about us. “We were friends and enemies,” I mumbled, trying to wrap my head around it. Well, there was only one way to find out. No one knew me better than myself. My eyes fell on the diary. It was a big book, like one of those huge fantasy novels with maps and character pictures. It was something I couldn’t finish reading in weeks. Was I such a huge fan of writing? I sighed, picked up my diary, and dropped my number with the bartender to give to Tony before leaving the bar.

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.

As she was holding her diary, she did not help herself to open it and read the first page. Dear Thyago's Notes: Today is the first time I decided to make a journal about my feelings at your Master. The reason is simply because I have a huge crush on him or maybe more than that. Actually, the very first time I saw him, he definitely caught my attention and made some havoc in my being. What can I do? I was caught in that hatty face...

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

"But he should feel bad since it's his fault my diary is ruined." "That's not how to talk to a kid, he's just six." "But all those important stories I captured about my life, are gone. Can he write them all back?" I argued. "He loves sketching. Why don't you just encourage him instead of nagging him? Try to act like a big sister and not be a tyrant." "By the way, I read your diary and the things you wrote were silly. You farted in a pool when you were ten and you married your toy Sponge Bob Square Pants when you were five." John cackled loudly, "I wish I was around to witness that."

My head painfully shake. Am really sorry" I inwardly shutter. I hastily turn around. I superspeed out of the hall to the cottages parking lot. I abandoned Douglas lips agape and confused. Am certain he's stuck within an inquisitive delima. An inquisitive delima over my unexpected scurry. It's pretty weird, suspicious and hilarious. I felt like a kangaroo chased by a starving blood thirsty lion. What's actually more hilarious is my abandoned book. I abandoned my book on my desk.

There’s a sudden gush of fluid that falls out of me. “MOTHER! I’M PEEING BUT I’M NOT PEEING!” I scream at the top of my lungs with huge eyes. What’s going on?! Mother comes running into the room, her robe having been hastily thrown around her shoulders. I could tell that she was still having a hard time waking up. But there was excitement glittering in her eyes. “Mother, what’s going on?!” She comes over to me and gently places her hand on my head. Bending down slightly, she looks into my eyes. “It’s time to make that phone call, Saber. He’s going to feel this.”

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.

Where she belongs - with me. --------- Dear Diary... Awww Tate is the sweetest, helping me pack after getting so excited about the thought of me moving in with him. I am wondering if he thought I had forgotten going off how he reacted. The bone crushing bear hug was clearly a sign of his excitement. Not one my ribs particularly appreciated!

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")