Week 690 of #ThursThreads was a success, 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 M.L. Gammella for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction server on Discord or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson
- Siobhan Muir
- Kelly Heinen
- A.J. Walker
- Silver James
- David A. Ludwig
Honorable Mention
Kelly Heinen | Website
M.L. says: I straight laughed out loud over Aightball’s tale of revenge from beyond the grave. Anyone who was picked on in school can relate to the narrator’s tale of getting back at a childhood bully by messing with her stuff. Nothing truly heinous, some harmless poltergeist activity.
winner announcement
Week 690 Winner
M.L. says: From the first words of Silver James’s story, you are drawn in already knowing there is a conflict brewing. What kinds of things have the fae done that caused this conflict? It makes you want to know more, what brought this level of rage in Sade. And when Sade asks Ariel to help her understand and won’t, the nail on the coffin of what is to come. And I can also appreciate a character who respects a good cup of coffee.
In a voice Jack Frost would have been proud of, Ariel said, “Now you’re getting it.”
Sade breathed slowly through her nose and forced her fingers to loosen their hold on the coffee mug in her hand as she very carefully and precisely set it on the table. As much as she wanted to throw her hands in the air and rant, she would not waste an innocent cup of coffee. “I’ve always gotten it, Ariel.” She held up one stiff index finger and very deliberately pointed it at the vampire approaching from her blind side. “Stuff it, Sinjen. This is between the…” She sputtered, wanting to sling a long string of curses. Never taking her eyes off Ari, she improvised. “Arrogant, mouth-breathing, insufferable fae.”
Someone cleared his throat—either Caleb or Nikos. Sade ignored the sound. Her focus centered on Ari. “I know what your kind are capable of.” She didn’t care that Ari flinched at the venom in her tone. “Titania and Oberon might be the light court yet things they’ve done are criminal in all fifty states and just about every country in the world. I don’t need much imagination to guess what Mab, as Queen of the Unseelie Court, is capable of. I get it, Ariel. Rock. Hard place. Tough shit. You either help me or you don’t. But hear me and believe this. Do not get in my way.”
“You don’t understand.”
“So tell me.”
“I can’t.”
“Then get the hell out of my way.”
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Congratulations EIGHTY TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mention Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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