How to Tell if You're a ZombieHow to Tell if You're a Zombie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How to Tell if You're a Zombie
An Article by C. Somer
Many people in today's society, (scientists state as many as 10% in this latest study) are blissfully unaware that they are quickly becoming members of the Walking Dead. Thus this article is written help you, the reader, identify the telltale signs and symptoms of the absence of life forces in your body. Before we begin, please note that this piece is for those who are not yet aware that they are Undead. If you already know this for a fact (i.e., you watch more than eight hours of television a day, or you voted to elect George. W. Bush into his second term) please refer to page 24, How to Sell Your Soul on a Buyer's Market, by Bartholomew Simon.
Symptom One: Strange Cravings. Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night with a sudden need for a glass of water? In the early onset of Zombieism, people have reported a longing for certain Italian dishes once the sun goes do
STALKERSTALKER5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By C. Somer
I watched you again last night.
Did you know how easy it is to see inside your window when you have the lights on and its dark outside?
You don't even have curtains.
You were up until 3 am texting your boyfriend.
I could go on about him for a while I guess, but I'm not the jealous type.
I know that my love for you is stronger than anything he could ever feel.
I dosed off around four with my car parked in front of your house.
Did you notice?
I tried to keep myself awake by drawing pictures of you and drinking another cup of coffee but it didn't work.
I was hoping I could stay up all night and catch a glimpse of you getting dressed in the morning.
I love the way you slide into your jeans without even unbuttoning them, and how half the time you're late for the bus so you have to sprint out the door on an empty stomach.
Of course some days you don't make it to the bus on time and it drives away without you.
Sometimes when that happens I think abo
Who Am I Today?Who Am I Today?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the HE who lurks the shadows.
I'm the IT that's under her bed.
I'm the MURDERER you send to the chair.
I'm the NEEDLE they found in his neck.
I'm the RAPIST that follows her home.
I'm the RABID DOG that bit your small hand.
I'm the NOOSE that swung from the rafters.
I'm the WIND that rattles the leaves.
I'm the MOTHER who didn't love you at all.
I'm the BAD COP that gives you a ride.
I'm the BUM on the side of the road.
I'm the DEAR JOHN you never did read.
I'm the BAD TOUCH you felt in the night.
I'm the COLD EYES that looked at your flesh.
I'm the REGRETS at the bottom of the glass.
I'm the GUN you hold in your hand.
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I will: Hold your hand.
If you: Buy me an ice cream cone
I will: Let you have a bite.
If you: Tell me I am pretty
I will: Blush and call you a liar.
If you: Walk me to my door
I will: Let you kiss me for two seconds.
If you: Repeat this for two months
I will: Think I love you.
If you: Buy me flowers
I will: Tell you so.
If you: Propose four years later
I will: Say yes and help you pick out a ring.
If you: Invite your mother to the wedding
I will: Pretend I enjoy her company for your sake.
If you: Turn bright red on the wedding night
I will: Laugh and hide under the covers.
If you: Buy us a small house in the suburbs
I will: Want to have three children.
If you: Take Jimmy to his soccer match
I will: Take Monique to her ballet class.
If you: Let your eyes wander from time to time
I will: Pretend I don't notice at all.
If you: Find out about Dan from my yoga class
I will: Break it off and stay together for the kids.
If you: Need someone to stand by yo
The Sad Girl: A True StoryThere are a lot of things she is ashamed of;The Sad Girl: A True Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
this girl who was jealous of the boys.
Oh, she didn't know why she was so jealous of the boys.
However, things are always revealed with time.
Her jealousy was shame, red hot like the flickering flame of a candle on a king's wall.
She saw the girls, the pretty girls, with blue eyes like lucky marbles and hair like a sandy beach.
She ran after those girls;
ran in circles to make them happy,
bought them golden things to bring a smile,
told them stories about angels and princes (oh, wasn't she the prince?) just to get up close to them on winter nights.
She once said: If you kiss her cheek when the lights are off, and you both pretend like you're a boy, it's just another game
Doesn't everyone love to play games?
Her best friend her first love smelled like flowers and mayonnaise.
Nobody's perfect; it was cute, in a tomboyish way.
She taught the girl to say "f***" and "a**", and that it was okay to say "oh s***" if you got