Trifecta: The Guest Part XI

This week Trifecta asked for 33-333 words using the third definition of the word remember.

Remember (verb):

1 : to bring to mind or think of again
2 : archaic
a : BETHINK
b : REMIND
3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration
b : REWARD
4 : to retain in the memory
5 : to convey greetings from

While it was very hard for me not to incorporate some remember, remember the 5th of November into the mix, I wanted to stay on course toward finishing The Guest.  What started as an October story now finds itself smack dab in the middle of November.  And I still have a bit to go to get to the conclusion of this one.  Wanna get caught up?  Check out last week’s post:  The Guest Part X.

And now, the story continues:

Everything was going perfectly.  The music was pumping and our guests were dancing around the house in varying states of decay.  And of course there were a few Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon costumes in the mix as well.

Our zombie drink concoction was a huge hit.  We’d already gone through three gallon jars of it and most of my undead friends showed no signs of slowing down.  I stood smiling in the kitchen; feeling quite proud of the party we’d managed to throw. 

Matt walked up and put his arm around me, “Well, I must admit, this is a pretty great party.  You were right about not calling it off.”

 “I’m always right, duh. Remember that for later,” I said winking. 

My gloating was short lived, because a scream came from the foyer.

“Holy shit, I was just going to pet him,” Brett cried his hands covering his face.

“Let me see,” I said pulling his hands away.

Cubbie had really done a number on him.  Four bleeding scratches stretched from his eyebrows to his chin. 

“Yikes, I’m sorry.  He’s been a bit weird all day.  Matt, can you put our wild animal upstairs?  I’m going to clean Brett up.” I said.

While Brett grimaced under my alcohol soaked cotton ball pats, another loud noise rang out from the kitchen.  It was the telltale sound of glass shattering followed by moans and a few obligatory “party foul!”.

“Sounds like things are getting wilder by the minute!  There that should do it.  Let’s get you another zombie to ease the sting,” I said walking Brett out to the kitchen.

It didn’t look like another zombie was a possibility.  The gallon jar was in pieces on the floor and a handful of walkers were cleaning it up.

“Um, what the hell is this? It’s like mold or something.  It was behind your cleaning supplies.”  Kasi said tilting my Big Gulp pod nursery over the sink.

“Give me that!”  I screamed. 

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today: 

Listening to:  The Lonely Forest – Turn Off This Song and Go Outside

Eating:  Leftover Eggplant Parm

Reading:  “The Queen of the Damned” by Anne Rice

Random fact:  I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year.

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19 thoughts on “Trifecta: The Guest Part XI

  1. Intense! I hope the daryl costume wins something. I love the last four lines.

  2. This is one creepy tale. Maybe someone will dare the guest to drink it 🙂

  3. A pod nursery?! That’s gotta mean trouble.

  4. I like that the varying states of “decay” can go both to their appearance and to their condition of sobriety; nice touch!

  5. creepy and intense! I love the last part of the story too 🙂

  6. Remind me to bring my own beverages to your parties. ‘k? 😉

    written very well, I wanted to grab that jug from her too.

  7. I can’t stop thinking about cleaning cuts with alcohol. Yeow!

  8. Oh no oh no oh on, what she go and do that for!? Great pace in this. And creepiness of course! Thanks for linking up!

  9. Pingback: Quick Stepp | 100 Word Challenge: Opportunities (The Guest Part XII)

  10. Eeew!Terrible state of affairs-hope the pod doesn’t decide to sprout now;-)

  11. I don’t know who I’m more scared of: Cubbie, the pods, or her crazy ass. I could see her screaming that last line with wild eyes. Matt, honey, surely there are other–saner–fish in the sea.

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