Week 386 of #ThursThreads All Hallow’s Eve had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale even on Halloween. 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 Louisa Bacio 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
- Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231
- Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Honorable Mentions
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Louisa says: The short captured me from the start. I wanted to know more about this veil between life and death. I also like the integration of the prompt. Although the physical description works well, the added telepathy at the end pushes the believability a bit more.
Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
Louisa says: Maybe it’s because I saw “The Addams Family” recently, but this short had me at “’I couldn’t even kiss Morticia if I wished.’” I definitely want to know more about Death not being able to love.
Mark A. Morris
Louisa says: Simply put: The zombies. It’s a Halloween challenge, and zombies bring it home. Or hopefully, the generator holds.
winner announcement
Week 386 Winner
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Louisa says: Witty interpretation of the prompt. Sadly, I oddly can relate to it being so comfortable, you’re not really comfortable. David burrowed under the skin of the reader. Plus, nice continuation of the ST Universe.
Melody Fayth blinked and rubbed her eyes, not sure how to interpret what she saw. This place was strange to all her senses. The temperature was so uniformly comfortable as to make her uncomfortable, the air still but not stale. What she saw was strangest of all.
“I’ll wager yer fancy maester never been anywhere like this.” Cat N. Kinnery puffed her chest out proudly, little fists on her slim hips.
They were in a sort of tunnel, curving and composed of some metal-like substance the young priestess had never seen before. Panels of magic lights were set into the walls at floor level as well as into the ceiling as far as she could see. Breaks in the walls looked like doors, but without handles or nobs to open them, and the floor was carpeted!
Melody shook her head. “This isn’t?”
“Star Trek.”
“What?”
“I suppose what ye need to know,” Cat purred, “is we be on a ship. The sort what sails the stars.”
Before Melody could formulate a more coherent question an imposing man with ridges on his head came around the corner ahead of them. He wore a strange uniform of black and yellow with a metal sash across his chest and a scowl on his face. Melody quickly stepped to the other side of Cat from the stranger.
“Captain Kinnery,” he growled. “If you are going to be bringing guests with you, I must insist you tell me how you keep getting aboard The Enterprise.”
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Congratulations Six Time Winner David, and Honorable Mentions Katheryn, Daelyn, and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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