Week 559 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re more than halfway through our tenth year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Muirlette #1 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: Gora Shade | @AngoraShade Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Mark A. Morris Silver James | @SilverJames_ David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions Gora Shade | @AngoraShade Muirlette says: I liked the fantasy and suspense. A great read. Well done Silver James | @SilverJames_ Muirlette says: I liked the twist at the end. It was really fun and unexpected. Great job. David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Muirlette says: I loved that this was in the perspective of a cat. What a fun read. Wonderful job. winner announcement Week 559 Winner M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Muirlette says: I really liked how this was put together. I liked the imagery and the story. Very well done. Weather or knot From the waterside to the edge of night Hear the wind as it walks through the water, Through the waves to where the cattails grow. Does it sparkle? Does it glow? It moves silently, leaving trouble in its wake It is peace, it is calm, it is life. When the storms come from distant lands Its rains speak of its commands The silence can be deafening as it screams into the night Letting loose the rage without control When the rains clear, and the wind has gone to sea At the edge of the ruins, the spirits move Once again through the night Mourning what was, recovering what is, nurturing what will be. A spark is all it takes. Does it glow, does it sparkle? In the night, all is calm where the cattails grow That is the riddle of it all From the shore, to the bayou and beyond The whispers speak of worlds long gone Do they sparkle? Do they glow? Between the squalls In the shadows of the hurricane Is there life beyond these walls? From the waterside to the edge of night If she knows, she’ll never tell What she knows by sight or smell. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations TWENTY-SIX TIME WINNER Mary, and Honorable Mentions Gora, Silver, and David! 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! 🙂
#ThursThreads – Week 559 – Winners
