Week 679 of #ThursThreads is a remarkable feat for 13 solid years. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this. I’m truly grateful for all y’all!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Eric Martell 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
- Silver James
- David A. Ludwig
- Siobhan Muir
- Sheilagh Lee
Eric says: Four eligible stories tonight, each with an element of why we all write – finding that magic new combination of words, or even a new word – that no one else could have put together, until you, right here, right now.
Mentions
Bill Engleson
Eric says: Puts me in the mindset of the classic Steve Goodman song, “Chicken Cordon Blues.” “Meat puts meat on the table” – love that line.
David A. Ludwig
Eric says: How can you not love the werewolf girl who cosplays as a cat?
Sheilagh Lee
Eric says says: Garburetor, what a perfect word. It’ll get ya – or the lady of the house will.
winner announcement
Week 679 Winner
Eric says: Need to break in, but stymied by cold iron, silver, and a missing lock pick? Bring a dragon!
The four men stared at the massive doors. Made of impressive slabs of oak, edged and hinged with cold iron, and secured with a series of intricate locks.
Ariel stood well away from it. Cold iron was a nemesis to the Fae like silver was to a werewolf. “There’s no magic that I can discern, just the metal.” He glanced at Caleb.
“Yes,” the werewolf agreed. “No magic but both silver and iron. He held up his hands. “I’m out. Sinjen?”
The vampire gave the two of them a look. “I’m not a thief. I’ve not a clue how to pick a lock. Too bad Sade isn’t here.”
“True,” Caleb said. “She’s got the touch.” He bent and looked closer. “Even so, not sure she could conquer that beast.”
The three of them turned to the fourth. Nikos returned their expectant gazes with a raised brow. “Why are you looking at me?” His voice was tinged with both arrogance and amusement.
“Uhm…dragon,” Caleb said, his tone dry.
“What is that supposed to mean?” The arrogance edged over into disdain.
“Dragon.” All three spoke in unison.
“Hoard,” Ariel added.
“Lair.” That came from Caleb.
Nikos turned his icy gaze on Sinjen. “Have you something to add?”
The vampire smiled, showing a hint of fang. “Rumor has it that there’s not a lock made that can defeat a dragon.”
“Fine.” Nikos inhaled. A torrent of fire melted the lock.
“Never seen it done before,” Ariel said.
Caleb had one word. “Cool.”
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Congratulations SEVENTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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