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
Itemized LoveIf you: Compliment my eyesItemized Love5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
Who Am I Today?Who Am I Today?5 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.
The Sad Girl: A True StoryThere are a lot of things she is ashamed of;The Sad Girl: A True Story5 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
Whispering through EternitySuddenly I felt like my entire life was insignificant. I was standing near the edge of what, to me, appeared to be the end of the earth and the beginning of something else...could it be heaven?Whispering through Eternity5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stood in awe, silent and reverent, humbled by the magnificence that surrounded me. I was so small. What purpose could I have on this big beautiful world? What significance were all those worries I had earlier today. So what if my mother lost her wedding ring yesterday. So what if my purse ripped today. So what if my wallet ran out of cash. I had the sudden urge to throw it all...everything...right over the edge. For what meaning did it have? Next to everything else, what was the point?
The wind picked up and lifted my hair from my shoulders, cooling my neck and brushing the heat from my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean dusty scent wafting into my face and something within me began to glow. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them and I didn't feel insignificant anym
Circle of lifeA baby criesCircle of life5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is fed and satisfied.
A young girl weeps
Swears a promise she must keep.
The middle-aged smile
As they begin the final mile.
An old man sighs
Looking back before he dies.
All life must close
Shrivelled drooping of a rose.
But the sun again will rise
Somewhere a new baby cries.
A Genteel InvitationO my love, with hair like goldA Genteel Invitation5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your beauty torments my heart to scold
I am but a fool fainting to thy will
Please come to meet me upon Treasure Hill
I will await you beside the water's glass
Under the roof by the deck I'll await you, my lass
Until the sky darkens one hundred fold
I'll wait for you, my love, until the weather turns cold
Please come to meet me upon Treasure Hill
O that my heart breaks, if only you will