Month: December 2019

#ThursThreads – Week 393 – Winners

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Week 393 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Miranda Kate for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231 Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Silver James | @SilverJames_ Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer Miranda Gammella | @MLGammella Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Miranda says: a nice complete tale with all the elements. Great ending too. Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU Miranda says: that cliff hanger had me really wanting to know what happened!! winner announcement Week 393 Winner Miranda Gammella | @MLGammella Miranda says: Her character was just dripping attitude and sass, I loved it. The Game Serena lounged in the beat up executive chair, idly polishing her favorite pistol as she listed to Garret drone on about the next job. He was such a tool but the boss liked him for some reason. As he continued going over what they’ve already gone over, she aimed at an invisible target off in a corner of the room, adjusted the sights, and slide the gun back into her thigh holster. Garrett finished at looked at Serena expectantly. She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. “Yes?” “Do you understand where you need to be and who your point person is?” “Do I look like I’m twelve?” Garrett’s face turned red as he pressed his lips together. “Serena.” The Boss’s voice rumbled through the room as he filled the doorway behind her, chiding her. She sighed and stood up, turning slightly. Her eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the only man in the room who held her respect. “Trust me, Boss, I won’t let you down,” she replied, leaving the rest unsaid, of who had let him down before. Garrett’s expression darkened further and his hands bunched into fists. Serena smiled sweetly as she walked by Garrett’s stiff body, patting him on the shoulder as she left the room. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations Winner Miranda, and Honorable Mentions Joe and Atticus! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 393

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Boxing Day and a Thursday so that means it’s time to start flashing (and eating leftovers). We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 393 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. Need the rules? Read on. Here’s how it works: The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale. The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count). Post your story in the comments section of this post Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. How it benefits you: You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!) You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog! Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 393: Cat afficionado, Editor, and Mid Week Flash host, Miranda Kate. Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Trust me, Boss.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – Burning Yuletide

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It’s time for Snippet Sunday and it’s the holiday season, so I thought I’d post one of my three holiday reads. This story is paranormal romance with a healthy helping of firefighter, and a little sprinkle of holiday magic. But today I’m showcasing BURNING YULETIDE in celebration of the season and you can grab a copy if it tickles your fancy. We’re in Mark’s POV but Estelle speaks first. ~~~~~~ “Hey, are you lost?” The woman’s voice held warmth, concern, and a sultry quality that caught his attention in ways he didn’t need to be thinking. “No, ma’am. I’m headed home.” “In a blizzard? Where are you headed?” She shot him a look implying he was crazier than a shithouse rat. “Newberry.” “That’s where I’m going. Can I give you a ride? No one should be out in weather like this, at least not without a car.” She leaned over and opened the Jeep’s door. “Come on. Get in. It’s warm and dry in here.” He debated getting into a strange woman’s car, but he’d grown tired of the cold snow dripping down the back of his neck and climbed into her passenger seat. “Thanks. It’s getting nasty out there.” He shut the door and turned to offer his hand. “Name’s Mark Redfeather.” He stopped at his name, struck dumb by her beauty. Unusually light blue eyes peered out over a slightly beaked nose, arching dark brows, and elegant lips with the corners turned up. From what he could see of her dark hair it rested long, straight, and thick over the chest of her down jacket. “Pleased to meet you, Mark. My name’s Estelle Three-Hearts.” She checked her mirrors and pulled back onto the road. “Three-Hearts is an unusual name. What nation are you from?” She smiled and it warmed his chest. “I’m half Cree through my mother. So where can I take you in Newberry?” “I’m headed to the fire station. I’m a firefighter.” Her eyes opened wide and a smile curled her lips, damn near curling his toes. “That’s where I’m going. I wanted to talk to your captain about finalizing the schedule for the annual holiday calendar photo shoot. Not much time to get the shots before we sell it for next year.” ~~~~~~~ Sometimes people arrive at just the right time. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for BURNING YULETIDE: Available Wide Estelle Three-Hearts has one goal for the holidays – finish her charity calendar for the ‘Smoke Detectors in Every Building’ program to provide fire safety for the citizens of Three Lakes. Luckily, her uncle is a captain for the fire department who’s recruited volunteers to pose for the sexy firefighter calendar. There’s nothing more fun to look at than half-naked firefighters all year round. Mark Redfeather, a Firebird shifter, has learned to use his birthright for firefighting rather than fire-lighting. When his captain asked for volunteers for the charity calendar, he had no plans to participate – until he meets Estelle, and recognizes her as his mate. Estelle is human and knows nothing about the Elder Races, but when an arsonist strikes her home and studio, Mark is forced to reveal his secret. Estelle must decide if he’s the monster she fears or the man who sets her heart on fire.

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Cocky Biker Shenanigans #TS2019

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It’s time for the winter holidays like Solstice, Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas and we have just the thing to get you into the mood. This year, Ever Addams is hosting the Tipsy Santa flash fiction challenge. #TS2019. WRITERS: Be sure to check out the challenge and add your story for a chance to win ($10 Amazon card for 1st place, $5 for 2nd). This year, we offered four holiday cocktail prompts from to set the mood. You can read about mine here: Shochu and Bailey’s White Christmas Flint I didn’t like Rochelle spending any time alone with Earl Creighton, but I really didn’t want her around him when Karma’s machinations came to pass. I’d given her a couple of Life Years™ to make sure this would be a very scary Yule for him and not one he’d soon forget. But I didn’t want Rochelle to get caught in the crossfire. Plus, Loki had demanded another holiday party in celebration the Solstice and tonight I felt fairly festive. As long as Rochelle was with me. This would be the first time I introduced her to the rest of the Club. And she’d know right away who was human and who was Elder Races. The snow had let up and the night sat at a warm 28 degrees. Not bad with the cloud cover. It also meant the roads were pretty clear from what little sun had come through during the day. We made great time to the club’s compound and Rochelle gasped as we came down the hill to the entrance. “Good glory, that’s a lot of lights.” The compound blazed like a fireworks display without all the explosions, though no lack of sound. Every cabin had been festooned with lights along the rooflines and even the barracks and the Barn had been decked out. More light ropes had been wound along the tops of the chain-link fence around the perimeter and the Club House had a glowing ropes around each window. Damn, the grounds crew’s been busy. When we pulled through the gates under the stoic gaze of Quan-Yin, my security partner and Foo-Dog shifter, she gave us a nod and a hand signal to be careful. What does she mean with that? I found out soon enough as the yard was full of people in various states of inebriation and dress. I hissed as a damn near ran over one of my brothers wearing a Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer costume with a honey riding his back. I jerked the handlebars and missed them, barely, and picked my way through the partygoers to the Barn. Music filled the yard from the Club House, playing Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. We parked and Rochelle dismounted, but didn’t venture far. Instead, she took in the festivities with a sexy half-smile on her face. I secured my bike and stopped beside her. “You okay?” I signed with one hand as I touched her shoulder. She nodded. “Yeah. This is one helluva Solstice celebration. Is it always like this?” I shrugged and kept my hands in the light. “Pretty much, though this year we have more to celebrate. A couple of our members found their…” I stumbled over the word to accurately describe Numbers and Marshal. “Significant Other” sounded so impersonal, but Numbers wasn’t Scott Free’s mate – I’d learned humans didn’t mate like the Elder Races. “Long-term Lovers?” That was as good a description as any so I nodded. “That’s a great reason to celebrate.” She sounded wistful and I wanted to tell her she was my long-term lover, but it didn’t seem the right time. And timing is everything. “Let’s go get something to drink.” I waved at the Club House and we wove our way through the melee of drunk bikers and honeys. The moment we stepped in the door, Samurai stopped us, wearing a wizard’s hat with the tip folded over. While he was always stoic, tonight a spark of amusement glinted in his eyes. “None shall pass…without trying my Shochu and Bailey’s White Christmas.” He thrust a pint glass into Rochelle’s hands with a white concoction that smelled like sugar, cream, and misadventures. She gave Sam a half smile and sipped the drink, her eyes widening as it hit her tongue. “Oh, that’s very good.” She offered the glass to me. “Have some, Flint.” I shook my head. “I’m working.” Sam’s gaze fastened on me with a challenge. “None shall pass without a taste.” I narrowed my eyes and he cracked a rare smile. “It’s the price of entry.” I shook my head but sipped the frou-frou drink. It was surprisingly good with just enough kick to make anyone happy quick, particularly humans. Sam bowed with amused reverence and nodded. “Thank you, Flint. You’ve made my night. You may pass.” We entered, but I found out later that Viper, Torch and Attila had bet Sam I wouldn’t try his drink. The loser of the bet got a full week of snow shoveling the yard. Lucky them! 750 ineligible #ConcreteAngelsMC words / © 2019 Siobhan Muir

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#ThursThreads – Week 392 – Winners

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Week 392 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to George Varhalmi for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Silver James | @SilverJames_ Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231 Sarah Wente Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Cara Michaels | @caramichaels David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig George says: A good ole fashioned hanging fouled up by an archmage. Who does he think he is? Guess the paladin is in for one heck of a ride. Nice tension with a great ending. Mark A. Morris George says: Creepy, plain and simple. The conversation between the two investigators was good with just the right amount of sarcasm. It was a solid complete tale. Silver James | @SilverJames_ George says: Silver James. Frick and Frack made me laugh a lot. This was an excellent scene The back and forth banter between them made this story for me. winner announcement Week 392 Winner Cara Michaels | @caramichaels George says: The story was quite funny and it flowed nicely. Bear was a casual, cool, no nonsense bodyguard. What plausible crew, great little tale. The piece was complete from start to finish and why it is my winning choice. Why didn’t he contact me? The question bounced around Jamie’s brain as he ran through the hospital halls to the VIP wing. Staff grumbled or shouted at him to slow down, but he ignored their calls until a heavy hand caught him by the shoulder and almost yanked him off his feet. The sudden stop spun him around, anger boiling up from his lungs, ready to explode on his tongue. The rage died unspoken as he recognized the man standing in front of him. “Bear?” “Kim’s this way, Boss.” The aptly nicknamed bodyguard jerked his chin down a side hall he’d just passed. “If you’re here—Who’s on his door?” Bear just chuckled. “Trust me, Boss. He’s got no lack of protectors.” The guard led the way down the hall. “Official, unofficial. All lethal. The crew will be glad to see you.” Bear rapped on the door of room V108, a complex rhythm Jamie recognized as intentional. The door was opened from within, and Cook ushered them in with a cautionary finger to his lips. “He woke up for a few,” Cook murmured, “but he’s still pretty out of it. Probably another 24 to 48 before the drugs clear out of his system.” Jamie crossed the room to the bed. He lifted Kim’s unresponsive hand, wondering when the younger’s hands had gotten so long, when the boy he remembered had grown so tall. They’d been close as brothers once. Closer, even. “How did we get so far apart?” he whispered.~~~~~~~ Congratulations THIRTY-TWO TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions David, Mark, and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 392

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 392 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. Need the rules? Read on. Here’s how it works: The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale. The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count). Post your story in the comments section of this post Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. How it benefits you: You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!) You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog! Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 392: Dead Thing Specialist, Mining Geologist, and Original Book Boyfriend, George Varhalmi. Facebook | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Why didn’t he contact me?” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – Doubly Glad

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It’s time for Snippet Sunday and it’s snowing in Cheyenne. Just an inch but I have to go out for ingredients and I’m reluctant. Not that I can’t drive, it’s dealing with others who think they’re all that in the snow. Oi. The Triple Star Ranch series already has two books, ROPE A FALLING STAR and STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT in it. And STAR SPANGLED BANNER is now out! Yay! You not only see the old favorite characters but meet some new ones. In this snippet, Petty Officer Sanchez has arrived at the Triple Star Ranch and gets to meet Tom Colton. ~~~~~~ By the time the paperwork was done and Enrique got his key, a tall man strode into the lobby area with a rolling gait. He looked like the stereotypical cowboy with a chambray shirt, faded jeans, low-heeled boots, and a weathered straw hat. His eyes looked like they’d seen a lot, but his smile brightened his whole face as his gaze lit on Enrique. “Petty Officer Sanchez, right?” The cowboy held out his hand. “Tom Colton. Welcome to the Triple Star Therapy Ranch.” “Thank you, sir.” “Aw, you don’t have to call me sir. Tom’ll do.” He shook firmly but without the tightness of a man establishing dominance. “I understand you’re here for some physical therapy to get you back into peak condition. That right?” “Yes, sir. Er, sorry. Old habit in the military.” Enrique grimaced. “’Sokay. Let’s go talk to Doctor Appleton. I understand she was the first one on the scene of your accident.” Tom turned and gestured toward a hallway into the lodge. “That’s right.” Enrique’s heart revved up but he kept his expression mild. “Dr. Appleton was in the arena when I landed. I don’t remember much, but she was there and got me stabilized before I was taken to the VA.” Tom whistled. “You’re damn lucky she was there. Best rural doc around. Hell, in some ways she’s better than the docs they have at the Cheyenne Medical Center.” “Then I’m doubly glad she was there that day.” “Hell yeah.” He paused by the door to a small clinic. “I don’t think she has any patients yet this morning so she should be able to explain your doctor’s orders and we can set up a recovery regimen that’ll benefit everyone.” ~~~~~~~ Tom definitely knows how lucky he is and Enrique is learning. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for STAR SPANGLED BANNER: Now available! Sometimes a falling star wears a flag… Dr. Suzie Appleton expected a helluva ride in the barrel-racing championships at Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo, but she had no idea she’d have to save a man falling from the sky. When he calls her for a date, she’s hesitant, but there’s something sexy and seductive about the Leap Frog, and she takes a chance. She suggests he come to the Triple Star Ranch for his therapy to have more time with him before he returns to jumping out of airplanes. Petty Officer Enrique Sanchez signed up to serve his country and expected to get shot at, just not during an exhibition jump at a rodeo. But the sexy doctor who saved his life in the arena is willing to sign off on his transfer on one condition: that he’s not her patient. Works for Enrique. He’d much rather play doctor with her than have her white coat get in the way of their personal relationship. While the attraction between them isn’t one-sided, neither are the threats. Someone is trying to complete their attempt on Enrique’s life, and someone else has their sights set on Suzie. Rumors and lies threaten to destroy their relationship. But all’s fair in love and war, and both of them could lose big.

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#ThursThreads – Week 391 – Winners

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Week 391 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Heidi Rundle for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Jaclyn Roche | @JMRoche79 Silver James | @SilverJames_ Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231 Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Mark A. Morris M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Honorable Mentions Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Heidi says: OMG this one had me smiling. That’s one awesome parent. Silver James | @SilverJames_ Heidi says: Very exciting story. It intrigued me. winner announcement Week 391 Winner Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Heidi says: I loved the concept and the author has a way of drawing you in. “I need to help him through this.” “You are.” Hope’s shoulders slumped, her hands dug deep into her hip pockets. Sean felt the other shoe dangling at the end of her words. “But?” “He needs to learn some things for himself.” “What things?” “That he’s safe. That he has a voice with us. That he’s heard. Listened to.” “Of course, he is.” Sean paced the room, dragging his hands through his hair. “How many times do I have to say—” “Shut the fuck up.” Hope spat the words like verbal bullets, and Sean staggered to a stop. “Excuse me?” “Please.” “Hope.” “Sean—just. Just listen, okay?” She huffed, like he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. “You can tell your brother he’s safe all day long. You can tell him he can trust us. But words have no value to a man who’s spent the last four years of his life knowing he couldn’t trust anyone around him.” “Why didn’t he contact me?” “Because that’s what your father wanted. He wanted Taye to lead him to you.” Hope sank down on the couch, head tossed back. “The only control he had was in the information he refused to give your father.” “Then he should have broken.” Sean wanted to rewind the years, to take back everything Taye had suffered. “He should have given me up. I could’ve taken care of myself.” “You protected him as kids, right? Took care of him?” “I guess.” “He only repaid the love.” ~~~~~~~ Congratulations THIRTY-ONE TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions Sheilagh and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 391

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 391 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. Need the rules? Read on. Here’s how it works: The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale. The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count). Post your story in the comments section of this post Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. How it benefits you: You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!) You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog! Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 391: Book promoter and fantastic beta reader, Heidi Rundle. Facebook | Twitter |  And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “But he needs to learn.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Annual Hot Teddy Bear Hero Giveaway Basket

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It’s that time of year again! And I’m late getting it out, but the Annual Hot Teddy Bear Hero Giveaway Basket is ready to go. What all is in the basket? Hot Teddy Bear Hero from the Thunderbirds The entire Triple Star Ranch series in paperback, signed ARCtic Circle mug “Adulting” thumb tacks “Nice Legs” soap High Bling “cowskin” purse and matching wallet Hickory Holiday Tradition goodies box from Hickory Farms Here’s what you have to do to win the basket giveaway: Buy or Wishlist for ROPE A FALLING STAR, Triple Star Ranch #1 on Amazon or Goodreads. Buy or Wishlist STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT, Triple Star Ranch #2. Tweet about the giveaway with this sample tweet: “It’s time for the Annual Hot Teddy Bear Hero Giveaway Basket! Drop by @SiobhanMuir’s blog and sign up for her #HotTeddyBearHero #Giveaway. Get a little #romance, swag, and a couple of  #bookboyfriends all in one. Stop by and RT today! https://siobhanmuir.com/?p=2002” Promote STAR SPANGLED BANNER on Twitter with this sample Tweet: “It’s raining men in STAR SPANGLED BANNER, the newest book in the Triple Star Ranch series by @SiobhanMuir. Grab a copy today! #romanticsuspense #CheyenneCowboys #romance https://siobhanmuir.com/star-spangled-banner” Promote STAR SPANGLED BANNER on FB with this sample post: “It’s raining men! At least it is at the Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo in the newest book on the Triple Star Ranch from Siobhan Muir. Grab a copy and enjoy a hot military hero wooing cowgirl Doc’s heart. Romance and suspense await your ereader! Grab a copy today. #romanticsuspense #CheyenneCowboys https://siobhanmuir.com/star-spangled-banner” Join Siobhan Muir’s newsletter: newsletter Leave a comment on this blog with where and how you promoted STAR SPANGLED BANNER or the Triple Star Ranch series. Now the Nitty Gritty: The giveaway will go from Wednesday December 11 2019 to Thursday December 26 2019, 11:59 PM Mountain Time US. You must be 18 years or older to participate. Please void where prohibited. You will have 48 hours from the winner’s announcement to claim your prize. If not claimed, a new winner will be chosen. Don’t forget to leave your comment here on the blog of where and how you promoted, and good luck!

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