Little Diary Novels & Stories

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?

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.

Where can I find that? I took a diary and read what was written in it. I just wanted to know and for sure that the diary I'm holding now was mine. June 6, 201* Dear Diary; Today is our first day of school and I'm excited to meet and see Bug's male friend. He told me that he was kind and handsome. What does he look like? But I hope he will be my friend too. Love, Vienna June 7, 201* Dear Diary;

I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write. 2022: Dear mom, Today I lost everything in my life. —Emma

They were really gone, and I was all alone. I dragged my numb body back to my room. The silence was so heavy that even the sound of my own breathing felt jarring. I opened the closet and folded a few everyday clothes into my suitcase. Passport, IDs, and bank cards—I checked them one by one. As I cleared out my drawer, a thick notebook slipped out and thudded onto the floor. It was the diary I'd started writing when I was eight. I stared at it, my fingers trembling, and was unable to stop myself from flipping it open.

She entered Linda's room and found Linda sitting quietly on the bed, staring blankly out the window, almost as if life had left her body. Beside her was a small diary that Linda had been using since her hospitalization, writing in it every day. Emily had known about it all along, even buying her the pink diary. "Linda, what are you writing?" Emily asked, picking up the open diary. A black pen lay on top, and a string of verses caught her eye. Here, desolate, not a blade of grass grows. Later, you came here. Miraculously, everything came to life. This is my heart.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

- Sierra - Out - I sign all of my little diary entries like that. It's a habit I picked up when I started doing them. It was mainly so I could get my feelings across, rant about things. Discuss my day and hopes and dreams but nearly 6 weeks have gone by and I'm starting to feel like I'm trapped again.

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV “What’s that one?” I asked again, my finger still hovering near his on the trackpad, heart pounding from more than just the way his hand gripped my thigh. “Real Story? Come on Damien, you can’t drop something like that and expect me not to wonder.” Damien’s eyes narrowed but that hungry look stayed locked on me. He pulled his hand back slowly, fingers dragging along my leg like he hated letting go. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.”

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*