Diary of a Madman 5 (1154 hits)
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Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2004-06-07 22:13:52 EDT
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I love sitting in my car. The night is beautiful, it's nice and quiet and I can hear the crickets chirping away, beckoning for a mate.
It's kind of what I'm doing except I have to make as little noise as possible.
I can see the house, it's outline against the trees that ring it's perimeter. It's twelve oh five and she isn't home yet. Soon though.
The house is interesting. Two stories, front door opens into the living area, kitchen in back. Staircase between the kitchen and living area goes up to reveal a hallway. To the right, two bedrooms. She only uses one, the other for her kids who come to visit on the weekend. Her room smells of vanilla while theirs smells of bubble gum and baseball gloves. To the left, the bathroom. Always spotless even right after she takes a shower and leaves for work. She always cleans the sink and never, ever leaves her makeup on the counter. I love the way her shampoo smells and I love the fact that she always wears a different perfume each day. I have never talked to her but I have been close to her.
Her work takes deliveries everyday between noon and three. I was a deliveryman one day, bringing flowers to her desk. it's easy to get a deliverymans outfit and the flowers were a piece of cake so it only seemed natural that this was how I would get close to her.
I entered her office and she wasn't there. My heart sank. I placed the flowers on her desk and positioned the card so it would be the first thing she saw. I admired my handiwork and then turned to leave. She was coming in the doorway and my heart skipped a beat when I realized it was her. As I made my way to the doorway, I ever so lightly brushed up against her and inhaled that sweet vanilla scent. My knees got weak but I managed to say "exuse me" as I passed by her and out the door, carefully turning my body so she couldn't get a good look at my face.
I could feel her stare on the back of my head as I made my way down the hall and out of her office. I could only imagine the look on her face as she opened the card to read,
"It's only a matter of time before our love blossoms fully like the deepest rose. I am coming for you soon"
I don't know how she felt about it then, but I do know that when she came home that night she was accompanied by men. Uniformed men. I could see that easily from my vantage point.
I gave her 3 months to forget about that. 3 months. Patience is a virtue. She comes and goes now easily as if nothing ever happened. Like clockwork she arrives home at twelve twenty, unlocks her door, takes exactly two point five seconds to turn on the living room light and another 42 seconds to go upstairs and turn on her bedroom light. She casually glances out the window every single night just to see what she can see, which is usually nothing, changes into some evening clothes and turns off the light.
It takes another five to ten minutes for her to come downstairs, come to the door, open it and look out at her front yard, and then close it and turn the locks. I wonder how many women do this same exact thing night after night and never think that someone like me is out there, waiting, studying, learning every move and habit. I'll bet there's many. Too many to count.
It makes my job so much easier if I do my work properly.
A couple of days ago she slept all night on the couch with the television on. It was so tempting to go then and justify my love for her. I stood there just outside her window watching as her chest moved up and down, her breathing a rhythm to my racing heart. I watched her as if I were watching a movie, examining every little thing, hoping to catch a part that was different, that was exciting. She is exciting to me, even as she sleeps, dreaming of lost love or corporate business or her asshole boss.
I didn't feel good about doing it then so I waited. Maybe tonight will be my night for that.
Yes, I think it just might be. Here she comes now, Twelve twenty right on the button. The moon is full and the crickets plentiful.
"I'm in the mood for love,
simply because you're near me.
Funny but when you're near me,
I'm in the mood for love."
User Reviews
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2004-12-31 06:29:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This series started off really well and gets better with each part.
Submitted by Fabish (user info) at 2004-08-08 00:44:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-07-17 01:19:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-07-17 01:05:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-06-09 18:10:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This series may go down in the annals of Uber as the most popular, least popular series ever written.
I stand by the creepiness of it however. He is a strange bird.
Submitted by Heimdallsman (user info) at 2004-06-08 14:42:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool, man.
--HeimdallsMan
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-06-08 09:54:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No comment is so generic, but I still don't know what to say. This is just excellent, creepy, sexy, and disturbing all rolled in to one.
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-06-08 09:41:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2004-06-08 06:46:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You scare me... I love it.
Submitted by bargled (user info) at 2004-06-08 02:15:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ahh, this reminds me of "Climbing up the Walls"
I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection
It's always best when the light is off
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2004-06-07 23:55:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I didn't read the first four parts, but I couldn't stop myself from reading once I started. I like it starting here. I'll go read the others, but I think this is an awesome beginning point. Again, I'm speaking from total ignorance of what you've written before, but this is a cool start.
You allow us to have empathy with the "bad guy." And you know what? That really turns me on. The idea of the subjectivity of the villain.
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-06-07 22:53:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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