Post by Amber on Aug 5, 2005 12:30:31 GMT -5
Warning- This could be taken to be slightly disturbing.
Envy
Antenora sat still at her desk. It was dark, yet she hadn’t noticed. She was watching Dante’s every move from the screens in front of her. He had gone out earlier in the day and she had been tracking him ever since. She had the whole city on camera and she could trace his every move. Whenever he moved from one camera she panicked, afraid that he would talk to someone else. Or even look at them. Or they would talk to him. Every time he came back on to the screens she sighed with relief.
She watched him walk down the road; she noticed it was dark where he was. But she didn’t notice the dark in her room. She had been sat for hours, starting when the sun was up so she didn’t fell the change in the light. The screens gave off enough light for her to see Dante.
He got on a bus.
She felt the anger at the driver swell up inside her. Her thoughts were irrational. Why was he talking to Dante? Why was Dante even talking back? Dante had given the driver money. She felt jealous as the driver take the money that Dante had just handled. The bus was full, with only one seat left. It was next to a woman who looked like she had everything. Dante sat down and smiled at the woman. Antenora felt herself choke with resentment for the woman as she smiled back.
The woman was leafing through catalogues and glancing at the pages. She stopped somewhere near the end of one and called a number on he phone she picked out of her designer handbag.
“Panny?” She said.
“Can you order me the whole thing?” She said, it was a question but more of a demand,
“I know I’ve already got most of it but it doesn’t matter” She said. Antenora bubbled with rage as she watched on her screens. This woman Dante was sat next to, she had everything. Her rage was immediately replaced by fear. Fear of Dante leaving her and going with this woman who had everything.
The woman clicked the phone shut without saying goodbye to the person on the other end. She put it back in her handbag and, in the process, elbowed Dante in the ribs. He growled at her and Antenora was jealous at the amount of attention that the woman was getting from Dante.
The bus stopped and Dante got off. Antenora’s gaze lingered on the woman on the bus for a few seconds and she lost sight of Dante and she jumped back from the screens to try and find him. She pressed a button on the desk that put a ring of light around the screen where Dante was. She smiled as she saw Dante alone on a deserted street.
She saw him read the graffiti on the walls and was annoyed. Why couldn’t it be her graffiti that Dante was reading? She envied the person that wrote it. They had something that could hold Dante’s attention and she wanted it.
She saw Dante come up the stairs that led to the apartment and she quickly slid a cover over the screens and pushed them back into the wall. She put the painting back and smiled at her handiwork.
She went over to go and sit on the sofa and felt a wave of dread come over her. What if Dante went into another apartment? She decided that if he did, she would hunt the person down and kill them with her own bare hands.
She heard a key in the lock, and the laughter of two people. She might have to put her plan into action. Dante had brought someone home. He had found someone to lavish his attention on and Antenora wanted revenge on them.
But Dante entered the flat alone.
“The neighbour has been telling me about how he thinks that our every move is being watched inside our own homes.” He told Antenora. She laughed, it came out sounding even more fake than it felt, and she fidgeted around in her seat.
“What next, twenty-four hour surveillance?” She joked. She suddenly became suspicious of the neighbour. If he was watching Dante she would be crushed. She began to hate the man with a passion.
The next morning Dante left the house early for work, but Antenora was awake and already tracking him.
“If he’s left early that means he’s seeing someone” She thought.
She felt terrible and could not eat her breakfast. She had the bowl next to her and yet every time she even glanced at it she felt ill to the point of being sick.
She was glad to see that the bus Dante got on was empty and the driver didn’t try and engage in conversation. She still felt the jealousy as the driver took his money.
But there was no one that Dante met, yet at every corner Antenora felt sick to her stomach. Only on one corner was there a person, he seemed to be running and then he just stopped and fell to the ground. Dante didn’t even look at him and continued to his office.
The day passed with Dante sat at his desk in his office and Antenora getting waves of envy every time the door opened.
Sometime in the early evening the door opened and Dante stood up.
“This is it” Antenora thought “This’ll be her”
But it wasn’t. It was one of Dante’s colleagues. Unfortunately the small man said the wrong thing and Dante flew into a rage at him.
As Dante shouted and the man cowered, Antenora still felt jealous. Dante was shouting at the man and giving all his attention to him. Antenora wanted all of Dante’s attention, even if it was him shouting at her. She developed a hate for this small co-worker.
Again she sat at the desk for the whole day, not noticing the light changing and it getting dark. She was soon sat in the pitch black as she watched Dante on his journey home. In the room she hadn’t bothered to tidy it. She was busy watching Dante. She didn’t know how it got so messy, but it did.
Dante walked up the stairs to the apartment and Antenora started her usual routine of hurriedly packing away the screens.
She counted- it usually took him twenty seconds to reach the apartment and for her to hear the key in the lock. When she counted three minutes she went back into her room and sat at the desk. She didn’t dare get out her screens.
But she knew. This was it. Dante had been enticed into another apartment. All of her plans of murder seemed to collapse before her. She opened the drawer, pulled out a gun and put it next to her head. She thought she would be seeing red when this happened, but she felt herself go green with envy. She pulled the trigger.
Minutes later Dante put his key into the lock. He was flustered as he dropped his papers on the stairs and had to collect them.
Lust
Sam was constantly on the move. He couldn’t stop for anyone. He wouldn’t stop for anyone. When he walked down the street his attention was thrown around as he spied people everywhere. He saw a woman with everything and he wanted her. But he knew that if he got to know her he would probably hate her. He saw another woman with short spiky hair. He didn’t particularly like her hair but he still wanted her.
He not only lusted after people, whenever he was out he wanted almost everything around. Even if he couldn’t stand it he felt compelled to have it.
There was one person that wanted Sam back. She loved him.
But Sam didn’t take any notice of her. He only wanted things that he knew that he would never be able to have. Everyday Sam went out and so did she. She went to work so that she could pay for the things that he did, which involved drinking and approaching women. Every so often she had to pay to bail him out of jail.
But Sam ignored her efforts and carried on regardless. On buses he would make a point to sit next to the most beautiful person there.
She would stay at home when she got time off of work, and she got more and more angry at Sam. She never let it show, except when Sam managed to bring someone home. Then she would go wild and shout and scream at both of them until they were scared off.
After they were chased away Sam usually collapsed somewhere and was left. He would wake up cold and alone. Only to get up and lust over the next woman to walk down the street.
He was making his way back from the local bar when he stopped and looked in the window of the jewellers. He felt that he needed the diamond necklace in the window. He would never use it but he felt that he needed it. He wanted it with all of his heart, and then- another woman walked down the road and his attention was suddenly moved and he saw a woman walking away from him. He tried to run after her but found his feet just wouldn’t move fast enough.
When he reached the corner he broke down as he couldn’t see her any more. A man walked past, but he didn’t see Sam on the floor, and if he did he ignored him. Sam decided to crawl home
She was waiting for him.
“Where have you been?” She said quietly, so he could only just hear her.
“Out” He mumbled in response.
“I’ve had enough of you being ‘out’” She said, just as quietly.
“What are you going to do” He said, shrugging.
“This” She said and sprung on him with a knife. Repeatedly stabbing him until his chest no longer moved.
More later, I've got all but one written.
Envy
Antenora sat still at her desk. It was dark, yet she hadn’t noticed. She was watching Dante’s every move from the screens in front of her. He had gone out earlier in the day and she had been tracking him ever since. She had the whole city on camera and she could trace his every move. Whenever he moved from one camera she panicked, afraid that he would talk to someone else. Or even look at them. Or they would talk to him. Every time he came back on to the screens she sighed with relief.
She watched him walk down the road; she noticed it was dark where he was. But she didn’t notice the dark in her room. She had been sat for hours, starting when the sun was up so she didn’t fell the change in the light. The screens gave off enough light for her to see Dante.
He got on a bus.
She felt the anger at the driver swell up inside her. Her thoughts were irrational. Why was he talking to Dante? Why was Dante even talking back? Dante had given the driver money. She felt jealous as the driver take the money that Dante had just handled. The bus was full, with only one seat left. It was next to a woman who looked like she had everything. Dante sat down and smiled at the woman. Antenora felt herself choke with resentment for the woman as she smiled back.
The woman was leafing through catalogues and glancing at the pages. She stopped somewhere near the end of one and called a number on he phone she picked out of her designer handbag.
“Panny?” She said.
“Can you order me the whole thing?” She said, it was a question but more of a demand,
“I know I’ve already got most of it but it doesn’t matter” She said. Antenora bubbled with rage as she watched on her screens. This woman Dante was sat next to, she had everything. Her rage was immediately replaced by fear. Fear of Dante leaving her and going with this woman who had everything.
The woman clicked the phone shut without saying goodbye to the person on the other end. She put it back in her handbag and, in the process, elbowed Dante in the ribs. He growled at her and Antenora was jealous at the amount of attention that the woman was getting from Dante.
The bus stopped and Dante got off. Antenora’s gaze lingered on the woman on the bus for a few seconds and she lost sight of Dante and she jumped back from the screens to try and find him. She pressed a button on the desk that put a ring of light around the screen where Dante was. She smiled as she saw Dante alone on a deserted street.
She saw him read the graffiti on the walls and was annoyed. Why couldn’t it be her graffiti that Dante was reading? She envied the person that wrote it. They had something that could hold Dante’s attention and she wanted it.
She saw Dante come up the stairs that led to the apartment and she quickly slid a cover over the screens and pushed them back into the wall. She put the painting back and smiled at her handiwork.
She went over to go and sit on the sofa and felt a wave of dread come over her. What if Dante went into another apartment? She decided that if he did, she would hunt the person down and kill them with her own bare hands.
She heard a key in the lock, and the laughter of two people. She might have to put her plan into action. Dante had brought someone home. He had found someone to lavish his attention on and Antenora wanted revenge on them.
But Dante entered the flat alone.
“The neighbour has been telling me about how he thinks that our every move is being watched inside our own homes.” He told Antenora. She laughed, it came out sounding even more fake than it felt, and she fidgeted around in her seat.
“What next, twenty-four hour surveillance?” She joked. She suddenly became suspicious of the neighbour. If he was watching Dante she would be crushed. She began to hate the man with a passion.
The next morning Dante left the house early for work, but Antenora was awake and already tracking him.
“If he’s left early that means he’s seeing someone” She thought.
She felt terrible and could not eat her breakfast. She had the bowl next to her and yet every time she even glanced at it she felt ill to the point of being sick.
She was glad to see that the bus Dante got on was empty and the driver didn’t try and engage in conversation. She still felt the jealousy as the driver took his money.
But there was no one that Dante met, yet at every corner Antenora felt sick to her stomach. Only on one corner was there a person, he seemed to be running and then he just stopped and fell to the ground. Dante didn’t even look at him and continued to his office.
The day passed with Dante sat at his desk in his office and Antenora getting waves of envy every time the door opened.
Sometime in the early evening the door opened and Dante stood up.
“This is it” Antenora thought “This’ll be her”
But it wasn’t. It was one of Dante’s colleagues. Unfortunately the small man said the wrong thing and Dante flew into a rage at him.
As Dante shouted and the man cowered, Antenora still felt jealous. Dante was shouting at the man and giving all his attention to him. Antenora wanted all of Dante’s attention, even if it was him shouting at her. She developed a hate for this small co-worker.
Again she sat at the desk for the whole day, not noticing the light changing and it getting dark. She was soon sat in the pitch black as she watched Dante on his journey home. In the room she hadn’t bothered to tidy it. She was busy watching Dante. She didn’t know how it got so messy, but it did.
Dante walked up the stairs to the apartment and Antenora started her usual routine of hurriedly packing away the screens.
She counted- it usually took him twenty seconds to reach the apartment and for her to hear the key in the lock. When she counted three minutes she went back into her room and sat at the desk. She didn’t dare get out her screens.
But she knew. This was it. Dante had been enticed into another apartment. All of her plans of murder seemed to collapse before her. She opened the drawer, pulled out a gun and put it next to her head. She thought she would be seeing red when this happened, but she felt herself go green with envy. She pulled the trigger.
Minutes later Dante put his key into the lock. He was flustered as he dropped his papers on the stairs and had to collect them.
Lust
Sam was constantly on the move. He couldn’t stop for anyone. He wouldn’t stop for anyone. When he walked down the street his attention was thrown around as he spied people everywhere. He saw a woman with everything and he wanted her. But he knew that if he got to know her he would probably hate her. He saw another woman with short spiky hair. He didn’t particularly like her hair but he still wanted her.
He not only lusted after people, whenever he was out he wanted almost everything around. Even if he couldn’t stand it he felt compelled to have it.
There was one person that wanted Sam back. She loved him.
But Sam didn’t take any notice of her. He only wanted things that he knew that he would never be able to have. Everyday Sam went out and so did she. She went to work so that she could pay for the things that he did, which involved drinking and approaching women. Every so often she had to pay to bail him out of jail.
But Sam ignored her efforts and carried on regardless. On buses he would make a point to sit next to the most beautiful person there.
She would stay at home when she got time off of work, and she got more and more angry at Sam. She never let it show, except when Sam managed to bring someone home. Then she would go wild and shout and scream at both of them until they were scared off.
After they were chased away Sam usually collapsed somewhere and was left. He would wake up cold and alone. Only to get up and lust over the next woman to walk down the street.
He was making his way back from the local bar when he stopped and looked in the window of the jewellers. He felt that he needed the diamond necklace in the window. He would never use it but he felt that he needed it. He wanted it with all of his heart, and then- another woman walked down the road and his attention was suddenly moved and he saw a woman walking away from him. He tried to run after her but found his feet just wouldn’t move fast enough.
When he reached the corner he broke down as he couldn’t see her any more. A man walked past, but he didn’t see Sam on the floor, and if he did he ignored him. Sam decided to crawl home
She was waiting for him.
“Where have you been?” She said quietly, so he could only just hear her.
“Out” He mumbled in response.
“I’ve had enough of you being ‘out’” She said, just as quietly.
“What are you going to do” He said, shrugging.
“This” She said and sprung on him with a knife. Repeatedly stabbing him until his chest no longer moved.
More later, I've got all but one written.