Write, using only description of a person's actions and thoughts, to show a person who is "jealous." According to Wordsmyth, jealous is "envious of the qualities, possessions, or achievements of another." It can also mean, "doubtful and suspicious of the faithfulness of someone for whom one has affection; fearful of losing the other's affection."
Choose the kind of jealous you wish to express.
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She heard the back door slam shut as her husband headed out to the garage. He hadn’t said where he was going, but, this time, she would get him. He’s gone and now I’m going to find out whether he’s been lying to me she thought.
Last night, he’d come home late and headed straight for the shower, claiming to be tired from staying late at the office. He stayed late at the office a great deal lately and, often, he slept in the spare room so as “not to disturb her.”
Helena looked for the key to the maid’s quarters in the basement. She knew that his clothes would be there on top of the pile under the laundry chute.
“Ah, here it is,” she muttered , finding the key under a pile of papers on Bob’s desk. She crept down the stairs, though she didn’t know why she needed to be quiet. The maid was off for the weekend and staying at a friend’s apartment in the city.
She slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. The laundry room was on the right, at the end of the dark hall. Under the chute was a huge pile of clothes. Most of them were Bob’s she noted. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” he liked to say.
The shirt he’d been wearing was near the top of the pile. As soon as she picked it up she caught the faint scent of Shalimar. But she wore Chanel, not Shalimar. She drew in her breath sharply and continued. It got worse. On the collar was a smudge of lipstick, also not her own.
She made her way upstairs, exhilarated. That bastard! But then she noticed her face was streaked with tears. Feeling faint, she sat down on the couch and wept.
One Night Before The Biology Test
by Linda Liu
THE night was late. Jessie and Abbie went to bed, completely exhausted. After three hours reviewing, the poor twins could hardly bear any long-chained biology word. But, even if their bodies lay down and relaxed, their minds went on, thinking things out, talking things over, worrying about something, trying to remember the whole bunch of functions of animal cells. Who wouldn’t do? Tomorrow will be the day of biology test.
Jessie lay like a dead cat, her head rested on her hands, her feet just overlapping each other, looking like something growing under the sheet. She stared still at the ceiling.
"Do you think we can beat Stephanie this time?"
"On Biology?" sniffed Abbie. "No way. What a stupid idea!"
"Because," said Jessie slowly, "she always gets the best mark, totally unfair. And I noticed at–at the Wednesday’s class Frank borrowed her notes." She paused. "I thought how nice that would be, if Frank asked me for help. We ought to be a match. He is so handsome.”
"But," cried Abbie, flinging herself from the pillow and staring across the dark at Jessie, "they are so-called the princess and prince of biology. Everybody knows that!" And suddenly, for one silent moment, she nearly giggled. When she realized something, she clenched her hands and lay down.
"You don’t care, do you?"
Jessie had noticed nothing; she sighed. There was a painful silence after that.
"I hate biology," Jessie murmured.
"Me too," almost shrieked Abbie.
"I wish I could meet Frank in dream," said Jessie, the sheet up to her face.
"Good night" said Abbie.
Silence again, then came a little rustle, the two young girls gradually felt asleep.
---278words
-Jealous Character:
“What in the world?! Joe. Can you come over here for a minute?”
“Hm, what?”
“My work is gone!”
“Are you sure?”
“yes, I’m 100% sure.”
‘Ok, gotta calm down. It’s her fault that she didn’t lock her laptop.’
“What should I do? My work is all gone, and now I’ve gotta call Will for the presentation tomorrow morning.”
“Now, calm down. Honey. . . I’m sure ‘this Will’ perfectly will understand you.”
“Calm down? Calm down?! How can I calm down, I gotta call him right this minute for the presentation.”
‘Yeah, right. . . Call him right this minute? What kind of idiot is gonna answer? It’s 12 a.m.’
“Ok, let’s be calm for a moment here. Didn’t you save your work in some other place?”
“No, I’m ruined!!”
He had waited and prepared for this opportunity for years now. That is why it was such a crushing surprise to read the weekly office memo, “Congratulations Julie Everett on being promoted to Senior Manager.”
At that moment Jason’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets as his heart imploded with shock and disappointment. He couldn’t believe what he just read. “They didn’t even have the decency to break the bad news to me in person,” his mind quickly racing to the next thought “What happened to all those long after-hours I put in and all the new clients that I managed, what about my almost perfect attendance?”
Jason had been working at the head office of one of the biggest retail stores in the country for 8 long years and was finally ready, he’d expected, to move up to senior position. Julie, on the other hand, had only started a few years ago. He had even trained her in the beginning, showing her the ropes and introducing her to everyone in the office.
“I don’t understand it!” he said to himself trying to rationalize “why her and not me?” He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and began to walk towards the restrooms for fear of losing his breakfast. Holding his midsection, he began to slide across the long row of desks that lined the walkway. He could feel all his co-workers eyes glaring at him as he walked what seemed like miles. He dared not look back “Everyone knows that I’ve been passed up,” he thought “how can I ever face them again!”
When he finally made it to the outside hallway he began to run, barreling through the mens room’s heavy wooden door, his nausea getting the better of him. The drab gray bathroom tiles took on a sinister gleam as he locked the door behind him and turned around. With his back up against the door and the huge wall sized mirror in front of him he realized that he was alone and looking directly at himself.
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The television flickered as Diane walked in the door. Almost like a salutation from the technological age. Christian, her prince charming, was fixing the tv. She always suggested the television was seeing its last days. It was only a couple decades old. She gave Christian a hello kiss, and walked to the bedroom.
Her nose tingled. The stench of perfume other than hers lingered in the bedroom. She thought nothing of it. The bed sheets were messy, and Christian’s daytime clothes were laying on the floor, as if he was in a rush to take them off. She started to think something of it. Diane, being as nosy as she is, decided she wanted to look through Christians text messages. “Rose?” she wondered.
She read on.
“Where do you want to meet me?”
“Oh just at my place.” Christian replied.
“But what about Diane?”
“She doesn’t need to kn–“
Christian walked in the door and Diane quickly wedged the phone under some pillows which still had what she thinks were Roses head print indented in them. He sat down beside her. She shrugged and walked to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, she felt Christian’s presence enter the room, and his arms wrapped around her from behind. She forced her way out of his trap.
“What’s wrong?” Christian said.
“Oh, just a rough day at work.”
“Need someone to talk to, my sweets?”
“No.” Diane disappeared into the dark doorway.
Diane made it inches to the couch and fell to her knees. Slowly leaning back onto the nearest coffee table, she put both hands to her face and the tears came.
Christian turned on a light, and her dark figure in fetal position became visible.
“Seriously, love, what’s wrong?”
Diane looked up, “I want you to sleep out here tonight.”
Before Christian had a chance to say anything Diane was already slipping on her detective-like trench coat.
“I need to go for a walk.”
“Do you need comp…”
The loud slamming of cupboards and the jingling of keys cut him off. Diane reached for the door and three quarters of the way closed, Christian looked up to see her face poking through the crack.
Already in tears, she asked, “Who’s Rose?”
The door slammed shut.
-375 Words
Teresa stood beside a long table rigidly. A ray of sun light crept in from the closed window blinds and made a long narrow scar on the floor beside her. The world was deathly silent and time had stopped. Her brain was blank and she could not feel. She was staring at something but she saw nothing. Her husband’s cell phone quietly slipped and dropped from her cold hand, and hit the carpet with a heavy thud. She heard the sound, but she didn’t realized what was the sound ---Her hand was still keeping the same pose like she was still holding the phone.
“It is not true, it is not true.” She mumbled. She looked for her cell phone and realized her hand was empty. She lowered her back and tried to reach the dropped cell phone, but she felt so weak. Instead, she held her hand on the table and slowly walked toward her bed and collapsed on it.
Jane was her best friend and Tom was her dearest husband. When Jane was getting divorced, she started to believe that marriage sometime was fragile; but hers was an exception: she believed that she was the luckiest women in the world, because Tom would never betray her. Today, she was destroyed! She wished Tom never left his cell phone at home. She wished she never heard the phone ring, never pick up the phone, and never checked any text messages in the phone. But it was too late!
She thought she was crying but no tears came out. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t make a sound!
The sun light scar was disappeared; the blink was still tightly closed.
“Accursed cell phone! ” She screamed, jumped up with a sudden rage, snatched up the devilish device and hurled it at the window.
“ Ahh ahh…!” she couldn’t believe that was her voice , which bounding off the walls. Her tears flooded out of her eyes and she crumpled to the ground.
We finally had a half day off and all four of us went to swim at the newly built public pool. After swimming, we were standing on the overpass, the sunset light coverd half of her face and my wet hair was blown by the wind. “I wouldn’t wear such fancy clothes in my youth. There were only blues and greys in my wardrobe. Didn’t even think about any make up. ” She stared at me and said this calmly and quietly. I was smiling at her without saying anything. I recall I wore bright lipstick and an Esprit white skirt and black top. Esprit was an exclusive designer at that time. What should I say? The age she mentioned was twenty years ago during the famous Cultural Revolutionary in China. Big Brother was always watching!
Today, I am helping my niece put on a black cocktail dress in Las Vegas where we are going to see the show. “Such a lovely dress on her young body looks just spectacular!” I can’t help praising about her image. She is smiling at me without saying anything. What happened on that overpass 15 years ago came cross my mind all of sudden. I was told by my best friend the same thing, and she was the exact age that I am now.
Nancy picked up the dirty clothes and toys here, there and everywhere, like a bee, busily in the house. While she was vacuuming the rug, her three children fought and jumped and ran around her.
Suddenly, the telephone rang. She shouted aloud at her kids with all her effort, "Be quiet!" when the vacuum was still working. She turned off the switch and rushed to grab the phone.
"Hello?" She panted out.
"Hello, it's Nancy?"
"Yep. Olive?"
Olive was her intimate friend since high school, so she could definitely recognize her.
"Hey, long time no see. How are you doing?" Nancy asked pleasantly.
"Good! But, still busy with work."
"Hey, you are too busy to have a baby." She said half-playfully.
"Actually, last week I went to the doctor. I'm pregnant. This is my first one, so I need your advice."
Nancy paused for a couple seconds of silence and then thought to dig the news although she had her own judgment already. "You've married for seven years. You take the artificial insemination, don't you?"
"No."
Nancy didn't listen to Olive but continued, "You must have taken the artificial insemination. In which hospital?"
"TA, but..."
She chipped in with a sharp, high volume. "I don't understand why so many people go to the TA. It's just only famous."
"I've been to this hospital for years. The doctors know me very well."
"Well. The seniors say the number one woman have her first baby boy and second baby girl. Ha! My mom always says she is proud of me. It's boy or girl?"
"Boy and girl."
Nancy's face turned white and blue. She didn't react immediately.
"I took the second level sonogram. Doctor told me they were twins." Olive explained.
"So, I said, you must have taken the artificial insemination. Your brother doesn't have twin kids."
"I've said--No. And, I have four twin cousins."
Nancy's brain and her face were blank at that moment, but she tried to burst out a word. "Oh."
"We are good buddies. I just want to let you know."
"Mom, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" Nancy's little boy was crying just at the right moment.
"You're gotta fix your kids something to eat, eh?
"Uh-huh."
"So... take care!"
"Bye!"
Nancy looked at the calendar on the wall. She thought of the past. She was always better than Olive, in the grades, in the spots, in the figure, in the face. She was also the most popular girl in the school. But, after a long period being on the career path, the situation turned. Olive had a good job and travelled a lot that seemed to overtake her while she got married earlier, had children earlier than her to make herself still like a winner. Olive was her best friend, she should be glad for her, however she just felt unhappy. As she though, 'I should always surpass her,' she unconsciously had deleted Oliver's phone number from the contact list on her cell phone.
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