Diary of a Madman by L. Vera
I left the apartment today to get some groceries and that old lady down the hall was staring at me again. Sometimes I think she knows.
Oh and there is a new tenant across the hall. She must have moved in while I was at the store. I caught a glimpse of her through her opened door. I only saw her beautiful blond hair draped over her blue t-shirt and her nice legs in a pair of tight blue jeans. The apartment was bright. I guess they have yet put up any blinds.
Diary, I got more pages done on that novel. I think this is the one. It's definitely better than my first novel. T. Casil is back and soon the world will know.
The urge to kill
I had a terrible dream last night. I was in a bedroom full of a white natural light. The bed was draped in flowing white sheets. Sarah was there dressed in a white dress. She sat facing away from me with her brown hair dancing over her naked shoulders. I floated over to the bed and lay down next to her. But as I touch her shoulder, she got up and; without even looking at me, walked out of the room.
The light slowly faded as I looked at the window. The moonlight shined out upon the grass of what seems like my childhood front yard. The moon's light followed her as she walked onto the front yard. The world slowly blackened. And as she left, so did all the light.
I woke up and I felt horrible. I went downstairs to check the mail. I thought maybe Sarah sent me a letter. Nope. I still felt bad as I walked back upstairs, till I finally had a chance to meet her.
Her name is Vanessa. She was leaving when I got to my door. I heard her door open and as I unlocked my door she hurried away with her arms swinging. And on her keychain was the name Vanessa.
The hunger subsided.
I spent most of my day staring through the peephole. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and stood there with one eye through the round little window. I gave up waiting for Vanessa around lunch time.
I sat down and wrote another chapter. I hated it. I just can't find the right words. It's this crappy typewriter. I need to get one those fancy computers.
I just wish I could write another best seller. Diary, you would have loved it. It was called To Sarah. It was a beautiful story about my childhood. My publisher did a wonderful job making money of it. Now he wants a sequel. But how do you write a sequel about your childhood? Do I write about my horrible college experience? Or how about Sarah? She hasn't talked to me since High School.
Anyways, I call this new novel To My Enemies.
The hunger grew a little today. I don't blame it.
Chapter 4 from the novel To Sarah
There was a knock on my door. It was Sarah crying.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" I asked her.
moving away," she sobbed.
I stood there in silence. Was I a coward for not saying anything? But I knew there was nothing I could do. But I loved her. I loved her so much I can feel the pit filling with fear. I had to do something.
I showed up at her window a bit after the night came. I brought a backpack full of food and supplies.
"Sarah," I whispered.
"Sarah," I said louder.
She was beautiful as she rubbed her eyes to adjust to the light. She looked very flushed as if she was crying.
"What are you doing?"
"We are running away," I informed her.
"Are you crazy?"
"Crazy in love with you," I told her as I kissed her lips.