Thoughts Diary Novels & Stories

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

I ask. "Oof, right into the heavy hitter questions." He glances over at me. "Sorry, I've never been great at small talk." "No," He pauses. "I like that. Let me think a moment." He looks straight ahead, and I can tell he's really thinking. Something about the way he takes his time is really attractive. "Don't tell anyone, but I keep a sort of journal." He says, almost laughing at himself. "I know it seems weird, and it's not like some dramatic thing, but I like to keep a log of important events in my life."

Camille “I love to watch the sun set. Certainly not for it's beauty or breathtaking spectacle, but because I hope tomorrow arrives, and I can witness it fade without it becoming my end.” She inscribed these words into her old, battered diary, a cherished gift from her grandmother, before snapping it shut with a soft finality. Camille had no clue what sparked these thoughts, but she'd cultivated a habit of jotting down whatever floated through her mind. You could call it a small act of rebellion or refuge. She had no idea which was wielding her thoughts.

Thought asks warily. “I went through a faze where all I wanted to do was write. It was when no one believed me that you existed, and my sister saw me as mentally ill. I wrote so much I somehow forgot almost everything I put down on the page, which has never happened to me before,” I tell him, my voice raising with every word out of my mouth. He tilts his head, visibly confused.

Flashback Continues Daisy’s P.O.V. I wake up early in the morning. Today is Sunday. No office, no work. I love Sundays. After taking a quick shower, I come to the balcony to get some fresh air and share my thoughts with my diary. The cool morning breeze brushes against my skin as I sit on the lounger, the diary open in front of me. It’s my habit to pour out my thoughts and feelings onto its pages, a way to deal with my messed-up thoughts.

He said hugging tighter. "I'm sorry" I let out hoarsely, We sat down for a while watching the waves together with my head on his shoulder, until I decided to break the silence. "I can't hear your thoughts Adrian" I confessed. "What!?" He asked completely astonished. "You're the only human I've encountered that I couldn't read his thoughts, I've always found it easy to penetrate into anyone's mind and get his thoughts but I don't find yours easy " I explained further. "How's that possible?" he asked, face scrunched up in a curious glance.

Jordan's view point I've got a new home now. The cartons are still stashed somewhere in one corner, and the fastest attention grabber is the big mirror wedged against the wall of my bedroom. It looks enormous just leaning against the wall; soon, I’ll watch myself touch myself through this very mirror. My heart beats up a little; I have waited for this: a singular act of claiming this space as my own, truly seeing myself as I am- a trans man in love with his body. No distractions.

)'thought Cynthia . 'But isn't it wrong ..inavding someone's privacy .'thought Cynthia . 'Come on who cares you always wanted be cunning as slytherin and maybe you find out soemthing , that would help in certain way ( but how is a personal diary going to help me in any sort of way .). thought Cynthia .

The past is in the past, that's what we think. But is it true? No! Because the moment that you think about it, our past becomes our present. 2019, was marked on the journal. This means that she wrote this journal last year. She was having mixed feelings about this journal. It was going to answer the questions that she didn't even asked. She started reading... 18 July Dear diary, today I am happy. After a long time I am welcoming the day with a warm hug. And there is only one reason behind it, Ian.

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.