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C. J., Cool yet firm like ice
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Aug 02, 2013 10:28PM
People always say that I am soft-spoken but I don't really. . . (whisper whisper).
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Belly’s #364 started my morning with a laugh!
The zombie slouched on the psychologist’s couch, heaved a long sigh, and answered, “I just don’t feel fully alive.”
Lol! I like that, M. I'm curious about the psychologist's assessment :))
Ignoring the zombie’s near-lethal halitosis, the psychologist said, “You’ve got the usual neurosis, the post-life blues, and advanced necrosis.”
hahaha, thank you, M :) My sister-in-law had a good laugh too.
Thank you! With my writing, the best things always happen as something unplanned. This group really facilitates it.
That's hilarious, M. Just imagine the college psychology program to learn how to specifically deal with zombies - or would the field include other monsters? Hm ...
Ha. I could have a psychologist who helps were-wolves and people who have inadvertantly hurt people with magic, but zombies are brain-dead in my story (both types) and vampires are extinct. Ghosts are imprints, like a computer program running without a harddrive, their actual will departed with their real soul. I don't have much in the way of monsters in my stories.Although I am liking the were-wolf psychologist idea.
Perhaps. It would explain how he got into that kind of work. Or, better yet, he had a sibling who was a were-wolf, and that sibling commited suicide to stop himself from hurting people.
... Well, that's a bit on-the-nose. Teenage girl going out-of-control once a month.
Yeah, I suppose, Belly.Well, if I fit that psychologist into a story, I'll let y'all know. He'll probably get people referred to him by other characters.
I couldn't tell if that was a "Well," of agreement or a "Well" of offense.
M, I hope it's okay if a carry on with your very funny and imaginative theme.The necrotic neurotic, who had been addled by Adler, hung by Jung, and frauded by Freud, found analysis had left him cold.
Edward wrote: "I couldn't tell if that was a "Well," of agreement or a "Well" of offense."Likely an ambivalent 'well'.
M wrote: "The zombie slouched on the psychologist’s couch, heaved a long sigh, and answered, “I just don’t feel fully alive.”"Great sentence M. So are you saying that the zombie felt a little dead inside?
Not only that, but he had to consult an architectural psychologist.
When told that, by the light of a full moon, the zombie’s house grew fangs and shaggy hair, the psychologist consulted the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Architectural Disorders and discovered that the zombie was living in a werehouse.
Awesome!Only 2 words lay imprinted in my mind: Peter Capaldi.
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New Doctor, if anyone was curious.
M wrote: "When told that, by the light of a full moon, the zombie’s house grew fangs and shaggy hair, the psychologist consulted the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Architectural Disorders and discovere..."[[LOL!]]
At first, Ducky couldn’t put her finger on just what it was about Dr. Capaldi that struck her as sinister.
With the discovery of the nature of the house they lived in, the zombies hired a hirsute Madame, and let the place go to the dogs.
M wrote: "At first, Ducky couldn’t put her finger on just what it was about Dr. Capaldi that struck her as sinister."Ahahaha, nice.
1. Like all things terrible in the world, this had started out as a passing curiosity.2. Before you say I almost single-handedly destroyed human civilization and threatened life as we know it, let me explain.
Treasure Ducky wrote: "XD I like the last one."Thanks. If I ever had any kind of power I think I'd have to say that at some point.
The man who thought he was without power forgot to turn off the hot plate and burnt to the desert sand his Airstream trailer.
The party was going great, until the storm came out of nowhere.
Kirilee dug her feet into the cold dirt, finding comfort in the earth that slid between her toes. She knew the fire wasn't real, but the urge to quench it still burned inside of her.
He leaned against the floral window-seat, until he realized that his teal sweatshirt clashed horribly with the gaudy pattern.
The woman approaching him on the walk looked just like his wife, except that she was wearing a government uniform and had a cold, murderous glint in her eye.
Feeling excited to see his date, he checked his appearance once again and noticed his dirty fingernails.
It was on a normal Tuesday evening during a short walk that I saw my first Demon.
Sorry Belly, I deleted my question.
M wrote: "(Great opening line, Adrian!)"Haha, thanks.
"Oh, damn," I whispered as the truth crashed over me.
"Where's the dam?" I yelled as the wave raced down the river and overturned my boat.
Time has changed how this world looks to me.
1. Zombies don't really like brains; that's a myth.2. I picked up the gun and steadied my nerves.
3. My brother was equal parts brilliant and maniacal.
She thought that going home would end everything. She forgot that home is everything's beginning, which she recalled with alarm when she saw the huge golden-eyed dog sitting at her front door. He was reading a dog-eared copy of "Marley and Me," and laughing. He looked up and said "This is my third time through this claptrap and it gets funnier every time."Noting the young woman's startled expression, he stopped laughing for a moment and said, "I have a project in mind for you. Let's go get a beer and I'll tell you all about it. Believe me, you are going to love it."
Paula Tohline wrote: "She thought that going home would end everything. She forgot that home is everything's beginning, which she recalled with alarm when she saw the huge golden-eyed dog sitting at her front door. He w..."
I LOVE THIS DOG! :D Awesome.
I LOVE THIS DOG! :D Awesome.
Green Elephant Girl ™ wrote: "Paula Tohline wrote: "She thought that going home would end everything. She forgot that home is everything's beginning, which she recalled with alarm when she saw the huge golden-eyed dog sitting a..."Thanks so much. It popped up so randomly
that I will probably have to try finishing it myself, but don't let that keep you from giving it a go!
It was his worst day yet, he lost his favorite hat, stolen by the wind he could not chase. His undergarments got torn even more, to a point in which they looked like spaghetti held together by an elastic string over his waist. On top of it, he smelled more foul than a dead garbage truck forgotten under the bed for a week. But his lowest point still, was when Danny jokingly gave him a weak smack over his back head. His left eye fell into the opening of the sewer.He was a sad zombie that day.
Rocks tumbled and the earth shook, causing chaos, and engraining fear into the mind of the ten year old miner.
