Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 636. Year 12! What a fantastic testament to the writing community. Y’all rock!
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 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 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 Facebook, Bluesky, MeWe, and Mastodon, etc.
Our Judge for Week 636:
Scottish Word Slinger, Dauntless romance author, and #ThursThreads host, Siobhan Muir.
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And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“He needed more info**.”
**This can be extended to “information” if preferred.
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. Good luck!
Digby
Digby was the kind of guy who never quite had the ability to decide on a course of action and stick with it. In high school, for example, he signed up for typing class. His mother had been a renowned typist/stenographer and even his father, Digby Senior, plagued with extremely large digits, endorsed the value of gaining skill in the typewriting arts.
But it was no surprise when the course was oversubscribed and the Vice-principle had Digby in his sights when he was looking for a volunteer to drop the course and sign up for art class.
You guessed it.
Digby decided that art was the way forward.
And I admit, he excelled at soap sculpture…or skullpture…because Digby loved to whittle huge bars of soap into skulls.
Creepy, but oddly entertaining.
Later on in life, he floated from job to job, saying repeatedly, “I don’t know. There’s got to be something better.”
Likely there was something better, but it became apparent that Digby would never find his nirvana job. Constantly searching he needed more information from a prospective employer than was reasonable.
Retirement benefits…will I make enough to retire on, he would ask each new prospective boss.
Invariably the answer was, ”It’s an entry level job, Digby. Wait and see.”
Eventually he did settle down, and in his thirties, went to university and got his teaching degree.
This allowed him to go overseas and teach in numerous countries.
Lost track of him then…
A true nomad…and excellent soap carver.
250 words
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