A Public Online Diary Anyone Can Read, Without Publishing the Rest
A public diary usually means all or nothing. Storyie lets you publish one entry at a time, so the rest of your writing stays exactly as private as it was.
Storyie works in your browser and on your phone. Write a line now, and it is waiting for you on every device.
Everything you need to keep a diary online — in your browser and on your phone.
A powerful editor with markdown shortcuts, images, and formatting. Express yourself with headings, lists, links, and more.
Write in your browser, on iPhone, or on Android. Drafts save as you type, and saved entries sync across every device.
Explore stories from the community, follow writers, and share your own entries publicly or keep them private.
Available on iOS & Android
How to write a diary in your browser, keep it in sync on your phone, and share it when you want to.
A public diary usually means all or nothing. Storyie lets you publish one entry at a time, so the rest of your writing stays exactly as private as it was.
Storyie saves to your phone first, so writing works with no signal at all, then syncs by itself once you are back online. Nothing waits on a connection.
Most diary apps assume one entry, written from memory at night. Storyie takes as many as you want through the day and compiles them into that day's diary.
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Yes. Storyie runs entirely in your browser — open storyie.com, sign in, and start writing. There is nothing to download or install. Free iOS and Android apps exist if you want the same diary on your phone, but they are optional.
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