Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 712. Year Lucky 13! The last year of the cycle, the Moon Year. To those who keep coming back, I’m delighted to see you again!
Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing on #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Discord 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 social media handle or email in the post (so we easily notify you)
- The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time US.
- 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 Bluesky, MeWe, Discord, and Mastodon, etc.
Our Judge for Week 712:
Dead Thing Specialist, Mining Geologist, and Gamer, George Varhalmi.
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And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“Never been there before.”
All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads in the Moon Year. Good luck!
Eat Your Serial, Killer
“He was a writer?”
“That’s what he called himself.”
“Should I know his name?”
“He was a little under the radar.”
“What kind of stuff did he write?”
“Oh, he was a prolific son of a gun. Poetry, a billion tiny stories…I think they call them flash.”
“So he was a flasher. Like a weenie whacker?”
“Maybe once, according to his…his manifesto?”
“He wrote one of those?”
“Yup. Near as I can figure, he was one of those writers who had to write what he knew.”
“Seems reasonable.”
“Well, he mentions he wanted to write a western story. Never rode a horse before. Tried that. Nag got spooked, ran out on the highway, threw him, just before it collided with a semi. He had a broken leg. Horse was toast, of course.”
“Did he ever write the oater?”
“Yup. All about a city slicker getting thrown by a horse.”
“And breaking…?”
‘Yup.”
“Weird. What else did he say in his…?”
“That’s where it gets even more hinky. He wanted to write a story about a serial killer. Mentions that he had never been there before, that dark.”
“So, what did he get up to?” “He gets a tad cagey there…says he scouted out two possible victims…wrote about that…longer story of course. Set it aside. Wanted to write a cannibal tale.”
“Holy fishcakes…is that…?”
“Yup. Instead of becoming one, he found a couple into that…”
“And that’s what we have here?”
“Just the bones of the story.”
250 Words
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