3 Undead Words and the Warriors' Doom

If full-fledged horror is too much, but Halloween has you in the mood for perhaps a few bite-sized chunks of spookiness, don't forget to keep an eye on Tweet the Meat this week. They're publishing the winning entries of their inaugural Halloween Contest one by one, counting down to the grand prize winner on Saturday night.

They had over 150 entries, so when I read the spinetingling sixth-place winner earlier this week, I knew that although my own entry had been blown out of the water by the winners, I was in for some great one-line chills during the week.

...until last night, when the chill was something different --- I snagged fourth place! Woo hoo! So if you stop by their website today, you can see my story, bio, and twitter handle in their sidebar, or in big print on their Twitter page. Well, my Halloween's happy already, before a single bite of pumpkin fudge. Who'd've thought?

As if the day couldn't get any better, it's 3-Word Thursday again, thanks to Quilly and her endless supply of almost-dead words that she's rescued and sent roaming into our blogs. If you love words and stories, head on over.

Today's words are:

suffarcinate: to stuff or overload

spiscious: of a thick consistency

tristifical: causing sadness

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Dad snorted his disapproval as he cracked open his Miller Lite.

"Daddy," Heather whined, "you're blocking the TV."

"I'm not blocking the TV, I'm waiting for you three to move over. How can one minute of getting a beer lose a man his place on the sofa and his game? Go on, move."

The girls moved to clear a space in the middle of the sofa, but no one admitted to having the remote.

"C'mon girls, the game's started already. I don't have time for this X-Fractions crap. Change it back."

"But Daddy---"

"Daddy, Mom said we could watch this tonight."

He snorted. "Your mother rules this house one day a year only, on her birthday, and that was over with yesterday, thank God. Now change it back."

"MOM!"

Their mother called back from the kitchen. "Not now, Astrid! Your grandmother and I are making vichyssoise, and she's suffarcinated it with so many potatoes it's much too spiscious. It's a tristifical situation we're in just now, you'll have to excuse me!"

Dad finished his beer as she spoke, then belched. "Well. If that bitchy-whatever she's making turns out any good, I'll forgive whoever gave her the new cookbook yesterday. BUT, whoever gave her that blasted word-a-day calendar better hope I never found out who it is, especially if that someone doesn't hand over the remote tooty-sweet."

Nobody said anything. But the TV screen flickered suddenly and...

(Ok, I'll admit it... for Thom's sake I'll be cheering on these Hawaii Warriors on Saturday when they play Nevada... but looking at recent stats for both teams, I have to say a big "maika'i pomaika'i" to them all! Pffft! Hmmm, maybe UH should have funded the science programmes and library, instead?? .... NAH!)



Meanwhile, visit Quilly to play 3-Word Thursday and/or read some great stories that breathe new life into old words.