The Year has started anew and there are more choices to face when the flash fiction challenge of New Year’s Revolution arrived. This year, Cara Michaels is hosting the New Year’s Revolution flash fiction challenge, but you get to pick the word for your tale. #NYR2020. WRITERS: Be sure to check out the challenge and add your story for a chance to win ($10 Amazon card for 1st place, $5 for 2nd). This year, we offered five word prompts that rhyme with “revolution” to choose from to set your muse on fire. I chose the word “Evolution.” And the story that jumped out for me was my upcoming #ConcreteAngelsMC tale, Angel Ink. Haley “Hey, Jeff. Thanks for coming.” He wrapped me in a hug and I closed my eyes, taking what comfort I could. “Not a problem. What was so urgent that we had to meet at a random rest stop?” He pushed me back and scanned my face. I was struck at how beautiful he was with clear light-brown eyes, golden brown skin, dark hair and full lips thanks to his mixed race heritage. He stood a good six inches taller than me with a sleek, athletic frame and shoulders slightly broader than mine. We could’ve been siblings as we shared the same eye shape and wide mouth, and as far as I was concerned, we were. “I gotta tell you something and you have to hear me out before you label me as crazy or insane or off my rocker, okay?” I led him over to one of the picnic tables they’d installed inside to allow travelers shelter from the wind. I sat down facing the door to keep an eye on people coming into the rest stop and waited for him to join me. Jeff raised an eyebrow but settled at the table across from me. “What’s going on, Haley? First you want to drive out here to this random rest stop. Does this have to do with the Concrete Angels? You already know I thought you were crazy for spending time with them.” “Yeah, you did until you met Sam and Talon, and now you love them.” Jeff blushed and glanced out the windows at the parking lot. “Love is a strong word.” I opened my mouth to ask more about that, but I was only stalling and pulled my curiosity back under control. “Okay, this is something so big and so out there that I need you to promise me you’ll tell no one. Not even family or lovers.” He snorted. “I don’t talk to family since they disowned me and I don’t have a lover.” But his voice suggested there was a ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence. Focus. “Jeff, I need you to promise you’ll tell no one.” He tilted his head and the humor left his face. “Okay, okay. I promise. What is it?” I gathered my courage with a sigh. How did I present the news that people around us weren’t human? Even thinking it made me question my own sanity and I’d seen Torch shift into a real, fire-breathing, winged dragon. And Karma turned into a red, glowing Death Angel. “Just spit it out, Haley.” “The bikers of the Concrete Angels MC aren’t human.” I bit my lip after the words came out in a rush. “What?” Oh, glory, he’s gonna make me say it again. “They aren’t human.” He snorted. “What, are you saying they’re aliens?” He smirked, but I shook my head as my heart sank. He wouldn’t believe me. “No, not aliens. Not like from outer space. They’re inhuman, “other,” mythical even.” He looked at me like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. When I didn’t grin or laugh, he frowned. “You’re being serious.” “Yes. Very serious. Why do you think I had you meet me way the hell out here to talk about this?” I threw my hands out. “They’re not all human.” “How do you know they’re ‘not all human’? They told you?” I shook my head. “They didn’t have to. I saw them when they threw off their human disguises.” “Oh, come on, Haley.” Jeff rose to his feet and paced to the window. “Human disguises? We aren’t in some sci-fi flick or a fantasy story. This is real life. Mythical creatures don’t exist.” Little did he know. I didn’t say anything. What if I’d made a mistake telling him? I had my reasons for doing so, but if he wouldn’t believe me, I’d wasted the effort to bring him into the new world I’d discovered. I rubbed my chin and studied the little flecks in the plastic table. “Think of it as New Year’s Evolution.” “What?” He turned to stare at me. “New Year’s Evolution – a shift in the year matching a growth in understanding.” That sounded wise and pithy, right? “But it’s March, not even close to New Year’s.” I shrugged. “I don’t think the time frame is important. This is a new year, a new beginning and a whole new understanding for us. It’s evolution of perspective and like it or not, we can’t go back to not understanding.” 749 ineligible #ConcreteAngelsMC words / © 2020 Siobhan Muir
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#ThursThreads – Week 395 – Winners
Week 395 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Mark A. Morris Catherine Derham | @catederham_ Silver James | @SilverJames_ Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Siobhan says: A great story with a twist at the end. Surprise and innocence seemed to be the theme until the very last line. This was a game to her and the Sheriff wasn’t nearly as amused. Loved it. Mark A. Morris Siobhan says: What I liked about this tale was the ease of the narrator’s energy. He was good to go to cheer on his friend or walk away. He was happy being support staff nor nothing at all. In this world of competition, it was a refreshing breath of gentleness. Wonderful. Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Siobhan says: What I loved most about this tale was the encouragement and love at the very end. There is nothing cooler than a dragon man, but the way the older character delivered it showed a loving connection that is one of the reasons I love fantasy quest type stories. Great tale. winner announcement Week 395 Winner Mary Decker | @mishmhem Siobhan says: This tale seemed like the usual not-quite trusting conversation between uneasy partners – until the end. That one line about the Sig Sauer put it into perspective real quick. Great tale. Nice doggy “Is that all you’re going to say?” The man’s tone was sharp, nasal and almost as annoying as he was. “What else do you want me to say?” “I want to know you’re going to stand up for me: Most of the time I would, but since I didn’t know which way he was going to jump these days, I couldn’t guarantee how I’d react. “If you say something I could get behind, I’m there— but I’m not going to follow you blind. You know where I stand and you know which side of my bread is buttered, the rest is up to you.” “So, you’re going to dictate the terms of our friendship?” I rolled my eyes. “The terms of our friendship are the same as they always been – be honest, be true, don’t take BS.” “I’m not asking you to violate that.” “Yeah, but you aren’t telling me which part is going to apply.” “Be honest, be true…” “No B.S.?” He smiled, taking a sword from its wall hanging. He inspected it for a moment and then lunged at me, backing me up to the wall, the tip of his blade against my breast bone. I smiled. He had a point, and as long as it was one thrust away from my heart, he had my support… at least until I could draw my Sig-Sauer.~~~~~~~ Congratulations Seven Time Winner Mary, and Honorable Mentions David, Mark, and Cara! 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 – Tying Tales Together – Week 395
Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 395 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook 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 Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time 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 Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 395: Scottish Word Slinger, Dauntless romance author, and #ThursThreads host, Siobhan Muir. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | EdenBooks | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “He had a point.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!
#ThursThreads – Week 394 – Winners
Week 394 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale halfway through our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Paige Prince 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: Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Eric Martell | @drmag00 BA Tortuga | @batortuga Mark A. Morris Silver James | @SilverJames_ David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Cara Michaels | @caramichaels M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions Eric Martell | @drmag00 Paige says: What a lovely interaction between what I assume is a new husband and wife before she takes out her new stepdaughter. Eric beautifully captures the trepidation every new stepparent feels and it’s so genuine and heartfelt. BA Tortuga | @batortuga Paige says: I absolutely love this scene between what I assume is a father and his children. By the end, I totally feel his frustration at dealing with his hellion kids and am also in need of a beer. Fabulous job! Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Paige says: OMG I love it! I can totally picture a conversation with an ancient dragon going exactly like this! (The dragon might have Sean Connery’s voice in my head, thanks to a certain movie) He’s so arrogant and AWESOME. I’d love if this were expanded. Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Paige says: Special honorable mention. The action is immediate and I’m drawn to the characters right away. They’re dry and dark and gritty—like every cop I’ve ever known. And like I’d picture a vampire to be (no sparkles here!) Siobhan captured the image of vampire cop perfectly and I hope to see so much more. winner announcement Week 394 Winner Mary Decker | @mishmhem Paige says: I’m very intrigued by the premise. What are shamblers? Are they zombies? Will there be more of the story? I’m already hooked! There was quite a bit of world building in such a short amount of words. Excellent job!! Mistaken Identity I did my best to keep to the shadows. Being seen these days was rarely a good thing. People were roving in gangs if they were roving at all. More and more people were being divided into the shamblers and those who would be shambling soon enough. I opened my senses as I tried to get a feel for the over sized mall. Even before the dead stopped dying, this place had been abandoned. It was built in the ‘70s to serve the shopping needs of folks on the west side of town. Time, competition and a series of murders kind of took the charm out of the place. That made it the perfect place to set up camp, mainly because there was nothing left to scavenge here. I staked my claim to one of the storerooms on the second floor.and was on my way out when I met Oscar, or more the point, I met his Louisville Slugger. The introduction ended in a lot of sparks and pain, and then blackness. When I came to, I was sprawled out on the floor, with Oscar standing watch. I guess he realized things weren’t quite what they seemed. “Hello?” I asked experimentally. “Hey, sorry— thought you were a shambler.” I blinked. “Do I look like…” “I’m twelve?” he half asked, half stated. “Everyone looks like they’re big, shambling and dangerous.” He had a point.~~~~~~~ Congratulations Six Time Winner Mary, and Honorable Mentions Eric, BA, and Cara! 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 – Tying Tales Together – Week 394
Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Happy New Year 2020! Are you ready for a new decade? Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 394 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook 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 Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time 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 Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 394: Erotic romance author, editor, and cowboy connoisseur, Paige Prince. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Do I look like I’m twelve?” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!
#ThursThreads – Week 393 – Winners
Week 393 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Miranda Kate 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: J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231 Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Silver James | @SilverJames_ Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer Miranda Gammella | @MLGammella Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Miranda says: a nice complete tale with all the elements. Great ending too. Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU Miranda says: that cliff hanger had me really wanting to know what happened!! winner announcement Week 393 Winner Miranda Gammella | @MLGammella Miranda says: Her character was just dripping attitude and sass, I loved it. The Game Serena lounged in the beat up executive chair, idly polishing her favorite pistol as she listed to Garret drone on about the next job. He was such a tool but the boss liked him for some reason. As he continued going over what they’ve already gone over, she aimed at an invisible target off in a corner of the room, adjusted the sights, and slide the gun back into her thigh holster. Garrett finished at looked at Serena expectantly. She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. “Yes?” “Do you understand where you need to be and who your point person is?” “Do I look like I’m twelve?” Garrett’s face turned red as he pressed his lips together. “Serena.” The Boss’s voice rumbled through the room as he filled the doorway behind her, chiding her. She sighed and stood up, turning slightly. Her eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the only man in the room who held her respect. “Trust me, Boss, I won’t let you down,” she replied, leaving the rest unsaid, of who had let him down before. Garrett’s expression darkened further and his hands bunched into fists. Serena smiled sweetly as she walked by Garrett’s stiff body, patting him on the shoulder as she left the room. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations Winner Miranda, and Honorable Mentions Joe and Atticus! 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 – Tying Tales Together – Week 393
Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Boxing Day and a Thursday so that means it’s time to start flashing (and eating leftovers). We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 393 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook 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 Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time 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 Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 393: Cat afficionado, Editor, and Mid Week Flash host, Miranda Kate. Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Trust me, Boss.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!
Cocky Biker Shenanigans #TS2019
It’s time for the winter holidays like Solstice, Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas and we have just the thing to get you into the mood. This year, Ever Addams is hosting the Tipsy Santa flash fiction challenge. #TS2019. WRITERS: Be sure to check out the challenge and add your story for a chance to win ($10 Amazon card for 1st place, $5 for 2nd). This year, we offered four holiday cocktail prompts from to set the mood. You can read about mine here: Shochu and Bailey’s White Christmas Flint I didn’t like Rochelle spending any time alone with Earl Creighton, but I really didn’t want her around him when Karma’s machinations came to pass. I’d given her a couple of Life Years™ to make sure this would be a very scary Yule for him and not one he’d soon forget. But I didn’t want Rochelle to get caught in the crossfire. Plus, Loki had demanded another holiday party in celebration the Solstice and tonight I felt fairly festive. As long as Rochelle was with me. This would be the first time I introduced her to the rest of the Club. And she’d know right away who was human and who was Elder Races. The snow had let up and the night sat at a warm 28 degrees. Not bad with the cloud cover. It also meant the roads were pretty clear from what little sun had come through during the day. We made great time to the club’s compound and Rochelle gasped as we came down the hill to the entrance. “Good glory, that’s a lot of lights.” The compound blazed like a fireworks display without all the explosions, though no lack of sound. Every cabin had been festooned with lights along the rooflines and even the barracks and the Barn had been decked out. More light ropes had been wound along the tops of the chain-link fence around the perimeter and the Club House had a glowing ropes around each window. Damn, the grounds crew’s been busy. When we pulled through the gates under the stoic gaze of Quan-Yin, my security partner and Foo-Dog shifter, she gave us a nod and a hand signal to be careful. What does she mean with that? I found out soon enough as the yard was full of people in various states of inebriation and dress. I hissed as a damn near ran over one of my brothers wearing a Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer costume with a honey riding his back. I jerked the handlebars and missed them, barely, and picked my way through the partygoers to the Barn. Music filled the yard from the Club House, playing Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. We parked and Rochelle dismounted, but didn’t venture far. Instead, she took in the festivities with a sexy half-smile on her face. I secured my bike and stopped beside her. “You okay?” I signed with one hand as I touched her shoulder. She nodded. “Yeah. This is one helluva Solstice celebration. Is it always like this?” I shrugged and kept my hands in the light. “Pretty much, though this year we have more to celebrate. A couple of our members found their…” I stumbled over the word to accurately describe Numbers and Marshal. “Significant Other” sounded so impersonal, but Numbers wasn’t Scott Free’s mate – I’d learned humans didn’t mate like the Elder Races. “Long-term Lovers?” That was as good a description as any so I nodded. “That’s a great reason to celebrate.” She sounded wistful and I wanted to tell her she was my long-term lover, but it didn’t seem the right time. And timing is everything. “Let’s go get something to drink.” I waved at the Club House and we wove our way through the melee of drunk bikers and honeys. The moment we stepped in the door, Samurai stopped us, wearing a wizard’s hat with the tip folded over. While he was always stoic, tonight a spark of amusement glinted in his eyes. “None shall pass…without trying my Shochu and Bailey’s White Christmas.” He thrust a pint glass into Rochelle’s hands with a white concoction that smelled like sugar, cream, and misadventures. She gave Sam a half smile and sipped the drink, her eyes widening as it hit her tongue. “Oh, that’s very good.” She offered the glass to me. “Have some, Flint.” I shook my head. “I’m working.” Sam’s gaze fastened on me with a challenge. “None shall pass without a taste.” I narrowed my eyes and he cracked a rare smile. “It’s the price of entry.” I shook my head but sipped the frou-frou drink. It was surprisingly good with just enough kick to make anyone happy quick, particularly humans. Sam bowed with amused reverence and nodded. “Thank you, Flint. You’ve made my night. You may pass.” We entered, but I found out later that Viper, Torch and Attila had bet Sam I wouldn’t try his drink. The loser of the bet got a full week of snow shoveling the yard. Lucky them! 750 ineligible #ConcreteAngelsMC words / © 2019 Siobhan Muir
#ThursThreads – Week 392 – Winners
Week 392 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to George Varhalmi 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: Silver James | @SilverJames_ Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231 Sarah Wente Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Cara Michaels | @caramichaels David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig George says: A good ole fashioned hanging fouled up by an archmage. Who does he think he is? Guess the paladin is in for one heck of a ride. Nice tension with a great ending. Mark A. Morris George says: Creepy, plain and simple. The conversation between the two investigators was good with just the right amount of sarcasm. It was a solid complete tale. Silver James | @SilverJames_ George says: Silver James. Frick and Frack made me laugh a lot. This was an excellent scene The back and forth banter between them made this story for me. winner announcement Week 392 Winner Cara Michaels | @caramichaels George says: The story was quite funny and it flowed nicely. Bear was a casual, cool, no nonsense bodyguard. What plausible crew, great little tale. The piece was complete from start to finish and why it is my winning choice. Why didn’t he contact me? The question bounced around Jamie’s brain as he ran through the hospital halls to the VIP wing. Staff grumbled or shouted at him to slow down, but he ignored their calls until a heavy hand caught him by the shoulder and almost yanked him off his feet. The sudden stop spun him around, anger boiling up from his lungs, ready to explode on his tongue. The rage died unspoken as he recognized the man standing in front of him. “Bear?” “Kim’s this way, Boss.” The aptly nicknamed bodyguard jerked his chin down a side hall he’d just passed. “If you’re here—Who’s on his door?” Bear just chuckled. “Trust me, Boss. He’s got no lack of protectors.” The guard led the way down the hall. “Official, unofficial. All lethal. The crew will be glad to see you.” Bear rapped on the door of room V108, a complex rhythm Jamie recognized as intentional. The door was opened from within, and Cook ushered them in with a cautionary finger to his lips. “He woke up for a few,” Cook murmured, “but he’s still pretty out of it. Probably another 24 to 48 before the drugs clear out of his system.” Jamie crossed the room to the bed. He lifted Kim’s unresponsive hand, wondering when the younger’s hands had gotten so long, when the boy he remembered had grown so tall. They’d been close as brothers once. Closer, even. “How did we get so far apart?” he whispered.~~~~~~~ Congratulations THIRTY-TWO TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions David, Mark, and Silver! 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 – Tying Tales Together – Week 392
Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 392 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook 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 Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for you) The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time 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 Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 392: Dead Thing Specialist, Mining Geologist, and Original Book Boyfriend, George Varhalmi. Facebook | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Why didn’t he contact me?” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!