Little Diary Novels & Stories

It laid on the table and it seemed it was inviting me to open it Just one look, my mind whispered. Just to understand her better. Slowly, I placed the plate back down. My fingers moved almost on their own as I picked up the diary and I opened it carefully, not wanting the sound of flipping pages to wake her. Page after page filled with uneven handwriting. Little thoughts. Little feelings. Each page starting with, dear diary. I skimmed gently, not reading every word… until a photo pasted on one side of a page caught my attention.

“You’ll come back, right? Fia?” He lay down on the bed and sniffed at Fia’s scent, and he held the blanket tightly. Suddenly, he touched something hard inside the blanket. He unzipped it and took it out. It was a diary. A very thick diary. He flipped it open and looked at the graceful handwriting on it. Fia Lawson. It was Fia’s diary. The diary was a bit yellow, showing how old it was. He looked at the date written at the top on the second page. It was many years ago when Fia was in her fifth grade.

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

The night passed without further incident, and the morning sun painted a serene picture outside. Luna and Susan woken up and went to take shower, while getting ready, Luna searched for her diary but didn't find it anywhere, "Suzy, did you see my diary somewhere?" "Diary?" Susan asked, Luna hummed, "yeah, that small glitter diary" Susan looked confused, "what's there in that diary? Is there anything important?" "Ofcourse there are so many important things" Luna said, "after having those memories, thinking that I might forget those, I wrote everything detailedly along with dates, I hid it carefully, but unable to find it anywhere."

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

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.

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.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...