Week 656 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this, and why we’ve made it more than 12 YEARS!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Miranda Kate for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson
- Siobhan Muir
- Silver James
- Terri Mertz
- Sheilagh Lee
- David A. Ludwig
- K.R. Van Horn
- Mark
Honorable Mention
K.R. Van Horn | Website
Miranda says: This short piece carried such emotion, and also carried intrigue as we got a glimpse of these characters and story in this single scene, I really liked it. Just remember to make sure you check the guidelines and follow them to the letter with the prompt.
winner announcement
Week 656 Winner
Miranda says: A swashbuckling adventure. I loved the drunken captain, very well written and the story in itself was complete, but we got a twist at the end that gave us glimpse of a larger story.
The Sea Beacon creaked and groaned. Elodie Lee frowned.
“What are you sorry about?”
More creaking timber.
“Oh dear!”
Elodie adjusted her thick spectacles and hurried up to the main deck. Starlee Swann, the first mate, was directing the crew. Elodie had charted the calmest route she could, but even under ideal conditions there were always jobs to do. The little navigator made straight for the hatch to the captain’s cabin and slid down the revealed ladder.
Captain Rhea Damas was sprawled on the floor against her cot. A severely depleted brandy bottle in her hand.
“Captain…” Elodie shook her head. “That bottle was for your birthday.”
“Itssa good birthday,” Rhea sniffed with half lidded eyes.
“How did you ever find it?”
Rhea tapped the side of her nose with a finger.
“If there’ss liquor about; I’ll find it.”
The moment was shattered by the boom of cannon fire and an uncomfortably close splash. Captain Damas lurched to her feet, shouldering her bandolier and cutlasses, and scrabbled up the ladder to the deck with bottle in hand. Elodie followed apprehensively. Sea Beacon had already told her what was out there.
Captain Damas scowled at the HMS Temperance off their starboard side. The flagship of the captain’s nemesis, Admiral Aguilar.
“Sweet Isobella’s backside! How’d they sneak up on us?”
Starlee turned sourly to the captain.
“We think Lord Nacht cloaked their approach. Also, Angelina says she spied my uncle aboard.”
“Damnation! Together three months and our enemies are already joining forces?!”
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Congratulations TWENTY-EIGHT TIME WINNER David, and Honorable Mention K.R.! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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