The Guest (Part XXIV)

This week I’m moving my The Guest story along once again.  This story started out as an entry for Trifecta in October and was only supposed to span that month.  Well, here we are in February still pushing toward the conclusion (which has changed in my head several times!).  Check out my last installment here.  Or get caught up on the entire story here.

The first 100 of the 321 words are also for my buddy Lance’s 100 Word Song Challenge.  If you’re not familiar, go check it out.  He writes some cool stuff (including two books….I’m just a smidge jealous)  and this week he was awesome enough to let me select the song:  Blind Melon’s “Tones of Home”.

The entire 321 are for Trifecta’s challenge this week using the third definition of the word manipulate.  Enjoy!

 

“Hmmm, what do I think? Well, for one, I don’t like the way you’re living. I mean everyday recently has been like a rollercoaster.” She said, her voice pitched perfectly in tones of my childhood home.

I silently rolled my eyes.. Here is comes; cue the judgmental sister soapboxing. How could she possibly understand? Cause, the problem, it’s here. It’s what she can’t see.

“But,” she continued. “I think I know what’s going with her.”

I leaned in waiting for her to reveal the nugget of understanding I so desperately needed.

“She’s obviously pregnant. God, you guys are so unobservant.”

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“Yo, hey bro, still on the phone?” she asked.

I snapped out of shock and replied, “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Well, have you found the answer you’re looking for?”

“I’m 100% sure that isn’t the answer I was expecting. I thought she’d gone looney. You know she’s been freaking out ever since the whole aquarium pod thing and then there was Cubbie. I just thought she’d completely lost it. This? A baby? Why hasn’t she said anything?” I asked.

“Shit, look at your reaction! You aren’t exactly jumping for joy ya know.”

“No, it’s cool. The idea of being a father actually feels pretty good. It’s just,” I said pausing. “Why hasn’t she told me? I’m Mr. Supportive! It’s like she simply used all of these weird happenings to manipulate the truth. Maybe she is looney!”

“Honey, all pregnant women are looney! Look, you guys haven’t exactly had the easiest last couple of months. Her body is freaking out on her and then there’s the hormones. The hormones, you don’t know anything about that!” she said.

“Me a Dad? Yeah, okay. Me a Dad! You know, it’s been an eventful and enlightening call Sis. Thanks, but I think I need to go find the future mother of my child. As per usual, she has some explaining to do.” I said hanging up.

 

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Pin

Eating:  broccoli and carrots with Gardein Chk’in.

Random fact:  There are few things I hate more in life than a person camping out in the left lane of the highway.  Asshole, are you oblivious to all of the cars passing you on the right?  Yep, you are.

Trifecta: The Guest Part XVII

This week’s Trifecta challenge asked us to use:
MELT (transitive verb)

1
: to reduce from a solid to a liquid state usually by heat
2
: to cause to disappear or disperse
3
: to make tender or gentle : soften

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz
• Trifecta is open to everyone.

So this week we once again rejoin Matt as he deals with his bizarre girlfriend who has just snapped out of a nearly month long fugue state.  If you haven’t been following their story, you can start here.   The most recent 100 words came out for the 100 Word Song Challenge last week.  Read them here.

This installment is 331 words:

During dinner she was the picture of perfection. She happily served our guests and reveled in their compliments. I simply watched in awe as she danced from the kitchen to the dining room effortlessly; I’d never seen her like this. While she’d always been a decent hostess, she’d never been one to roll out the red carpet or dote on people. But her she was, my Martha Stewart who hours before had been damn near catatonic.

It was a true sight to see. Even my uncle who was normally a text book Scrooge seemed to melt in her presence. I even think I saw the old geezer smile. Maybe the stress of the whole tank incident had just been too much for her and she’d undergone some sort of reset. It seemed that she’d bounced back better than ever.

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A few days later as our guests pulled out, I pulled her in for a big hug.

“Thanks for being so wonderful baby,” I said kissing her on the forehead.

She giggled and said, “Of course. One always has to make sure guests are comfortable in one’s home.”

Her emphasis on the word guest left me feeling a bit off-balance, but my unease quickly passed as I watched her skip into the house. I’d never seen her so happy.

With dinner nearing I watched her grab the colander and ease on her boots.

“I thought we’d have a nice salad for dinner. We need something fresh after all that food!” she said rubbing her tummy.

She walked out the front door to her garden. I rarely went over there as she was very particular about the tending of her plots. I suppose I was lucky we’d been having so much rain, because I’d forgotten about it during her episode. She’d have been quite angry to walk out there and see her lettuce limp and her broccoli withered. I wondered how it had held up. Pulling on my shoes, I followed her outside.

 

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  Weezer – O Come All Ye Faithful

Eating:  A salad does sound nice.

Drinking:  H2O

Random thought:  I’ve forgotten what the sun looks like at this point.  It’s been raining here for two week’s straight.  This dreary, cold, wet weather bums me out big time.

Trifecta: The Guest Part XIII

This week Trifecta asked us to use:

COMPANION (noun)
1
: one that accompanies another : comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another
2
obsolete : rascal
3
a : one that is closely connected with something similar
b : one employed to live with and serve another

I return to my series The Guest.  Check out my last installment here.  It was written for Lance’s 100 Word Song Challenge.

This week poor Matt takes over the reigns of the story as it appears our leading lady is elsewhere.

Weeks had gone by and still she refused to speak to me.  Each day passed in silence, icy glances, and my failed attempts to make things right.  The light in her had gone out the moment I’d flipped the switch to the garbage disposal.  I’d seen it flicker as I snatched the cup from her desperate clutch.  She watched loudly protesting as I poured them into the sink.  One final scream erupted as my hand reached for the switch and then nothing; as the sound of the grinding and chopping abated, dead silence.  Our guests stared back at us horrified.  She slowly retreated to the corner and melted, her body like a puddle of sorrow and defeat. 

“Perhaps we should call it a night, huh?”  I’d said to our friends.  And none hesitated to make their exits. 

“Hey, look at me.  Are you in there?” 

I must have uttered these words to her a hundred times.  Never was there a response. It was as if that disposal switch was connected to her and somehow I’d turned her off.  She seemed broken, half here.  The irony that I was now living with a zombie of sorts did not escape me.

I tried joking. 

“Did you hear the one about that explosion at the French cheese factory?”

Solemn face.

“All that was left was de brie.  Get it?”

She wouldn’t even crack a smile. 

I embraced her only to be met with a stiff body that slowly backed out of my arms.

With each failed attempt I felt her retreat into herself even more.

The only sign of life I saw was her constant contact with Cubbie.  The two were now inseparable.  It seemed like they were tethered to one another on some level I couldn’t comprehend, companions.  He followed her everywhere:  weaving in and out of her legs as she trudged through the house, curling up in her lap the moment she sat, and crying pitifully during the odd occasion she left the house.   

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Want to read more?  I also knocked out 100 more word for Lance’s 100 Word Song Challenge this week…..despite the song being by Lyle Lovett.  Go check it out!  The Guest Part XIV.

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to: The Decemberists – The Perfect Crime #2 – A Touch Of Class Robs The Bank Remix

Random thought:  I find it fairly humorous that I switched narrators in this story.  Just this morning I was bitching to Matt about the use of different narrators within a story sometimes annoying me.  Each chapter in “Queen of the Damned” is told from the perspective of a different person.  Cool yes, but it can really break up the story’s pacing and be somewhat distracting.  Hopefully my switch doesn’t have that effect.

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.

Trifecta: Craft (The Guest Part X)

Click here to read the previous installment of  The Guest.

This week we continue with part X and 333 more words inspired by Trifecta’s prompt:

 CRAFT (noun)

1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : dexterity

2 a : an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill
b plural : articles made by craftspeople

3 : skill in deceiving to gain an end

Remember:

Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.

You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.

Let’s see what Matt and his crazy girlfriend are up to-

With the house clean, the decorations up, and the food and booze out, we were ready to host a killer party.  And aside from the fact that I hadn’t seen Cubbie and we’d hours before burned an alien pod in our chimenea, I thought everything was going superbly. 

“You’re acting awfully weird even for you,” Matt said as we prepared ourselves to receive the first guests.

“No way!  I’m just excited about this party!” I reassured.

 All the while my eyes kept darting back to the cupboard where the baby pods were hidden.  How long until I needed to move them from that cup?  Why the hell couldn’t I just have tossed them in the trash?  Why did I feel the need to constantly make sure they were safe?  I was going to have to use some serious craft and diversion tactics to keep Matt from discovering us, I mean them.   

At eight on the dot, the doorbell rang. But It was just our next door neighbor Mike.  He hadn’t been invited to the party; zombies and cocktails weren’t really his scene.

“Oh, I guess you guys are entertaining tonight,” he said peeking in the house.  “I won’t keep you long.  It’s Cubbie I’m here about.”

My heart sank.  Shit, that thing must have dragged him outside.  I glanced up at Matt preparing to console him. 

“Did y’all know he’s outside?  He was over in my garage eating Peachy’s food.  I tried to grab him to bring back over, but he hissed and scurried out.  A few minutes later I heard him and Peachy fighting.  Just thought you’d want to know.  He’s normally so friendly; I’m not sure what’s gotten into him,” Mike explained.

My sigh of relief must have been audible.  Cubbie was alive!  I had one less thing to worry about tonight; now we just had to get him back in the house.

I didn’t even have time to step outside before Cubbie came darting in.  And he looked a mess.  

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:  The Faint – Symptom Finger

Eating:  Veggie burger and brussel sprouts

Drinking:  H2O

Random fact:  I didn’t eat a single piece of Halloween candy.  Someone send me your candy corn leftovers.

Trifecta: Boo! (The Guest Part VIII)

Last week’s episode of “The Guest” , written for Lance’s 100 Word Song Challenge, left us witnessing Matt freak out a bit after finding their tank destroyed and their guest missing:

Matt took in the scene on the floor; eyes flashing with confusion coupled with fear.  He turned from me and walked out the back door.  From inside, I watched him pace the length of the yard muttering to himself.  It was clear that I’d have to be the strong one here.  It was only fair; I’d gotten us into this mess.

Returning he said, “Well we’re not staying here trapped with this thing, prisoners in our home.   Maybe we can burn the house down?  Be done with it?  Shit, this thing is probably fireproof.  For all we know it’s invincible!”

And now, this week Trifecta asked for:

It’s our last Halloween-inspired prompt of 2013, and we can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us. Please remember that we are looking for the third definition of our prompt word. Please also note that we need the word exactly as it appears below. No tense changes allowed. Good luck!

boo

1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten

2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something

3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

Here is Part VIII of  “The Guest”, enjoy:

“Just take a moment to breath.  We don’t even know what this thing is or exactly what’s happened here.” I soothed.

“Exactly my point, crazy!  We don’t know what is loose in our house, if it hasn’t already escaped into the neighborhood.  Would you open your eyes and look at the floor!”  he shouted pointing at the empty pod.

“Yeah, I saw it.  Look, let’s just get this mess cleaned up and go from there.  We’ve got a lot to do before our guests arrive tonight.”  I started carefully picking up glass.

“Are you shitting me?  Did I just hear you say that the party is still on?” he said, his face contorting in a mixture of pure confusion and growing anger.

“You sure did.  I’m not cancelling something we’ve been planning for months over this, this, well whatever all this is.  Just grab the mop and start helping me.”

Boo!” he shouted, sloppily mopping in circles.

“That’s the spirit!”  I said smiling.

“No, not that boo.  I’m booing you.  I’m booing you for keeping this stupid thing.  I’m booing you for acting like absolutely nothing is wrong when we have an escaped creature or something lurking around.  And I’m booing myself by being a world-class idiot and standing here cleaning with you.  You know, this is the shit that happens in horror movies.  Right now someone is throwing popcorn at the screen and screaming,  ‘Get out of the house!’”

“You’re not an idiot babe!  You’re my fearless boyfriend who is death-defyingly helping me clean up the great tank disaster of 2013.”  I joked,  ending with a little homage to the Friday the 13th theme music.

He didn’t laugh.

“Matty, grab me a few garbage bags would you? I’m gonna pick this thing up.” I said poking it with a glass shard.

As he left the room I quickly moved the orange hair clumps I’d just discovered under the debris pile.  Maybe his dream about Cubbie wasn’t so crazy.  Where was that damn cat?

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:  The Velvet Underground – Venus In Furs

Eating:  Bean burger and baked beans

Drinking:  H2O

Random fact:  I do have a boyfriend name Matt and a cat named Cubbie, but that is purely coincidental.  I don’t even own a fish tank!

Trifextra: Not Again!

It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.

Here are my 33 words for this week’s Trifextra prompt:

“Last I checked, more money was in my account; you’ve been at it again. Starbucks? Target? Lululemon? Seriously, how much must you spend?”

“Don’t question the wallet monster, woman! Oh look, a sale!”

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I just bought a baby carriage and I don’t even have a baby.