Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 665. 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.
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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)
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- 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.
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Our Judge for Week 665:
He’s a dreamer, a doer, a madman with focus – he’s the good kind of dangerous, Ben Bisbee.
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And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“I can’t get through to them.”
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MoonStalk
Katie Klopp was finally opening up. I hoped this meant she was starting to trust me. Gizmo Sage was the likely culprit who had stalked her last night on the MoonTram and snagged her LapTipTop.
As we waited at the station to retrace her journey home the previous evening, I tried to reassure her that I supported her casual sexual proclivities. “That is Moon life,” I said, trying not to sound like a wizened intergalactic philosopher.
“Of course, I know that. Still, it’s not as if I can get away from him. We live under the MoonDome. We breathe the same recycled air. We need our wonderful sexual freedoms to feel alive. Gizmo…he steals that from me…”
“And now your LapTipTop…”
“It might mean my career…”
I’d had a few female clients over the years in a similar situation, menaced by Moon men who’d reverted to primitive earthly male power grabs. Most of the time I can’t get through to them the quaint notion that they have to fight just like women on earth once had to. So many generations, and planets have passed since those liberation battles were waged.
Memories fade or simply don’t exist. I would have to show Katie Klopp that she could maintain her sense of self, that she had it in her to control her space here in space, that it was her right.
“Come on,” I urged. “Lets see where last night took you. Perhaps find a witness.”
That seemed to buoy her.
250 words of a WIP apparently
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“I can’t get through to them. They aren’t answering their comms,” I complained after the twentieth time of calling in the last twenty- four hours
“Casmir told you he might not get a signal. Relax he’s fine.”
“For the last ten generations, if a seven daughter of a seventh daughter is born, she has the gift of prophecy. I am a seventh daughter but they thought it had skipped me as I had never dreamt of any future or present event until last night that is I had a dreamt Casmir was ambushed by the Hoplites and begged my forgiveness for dying before our baby was born.
“Is Casmir doomed?”
“I’ve sent my brothers, Boris, Aleksander , Valter, and Boleslav to save him. I hope I am not too late,”
“You must rest for the baby. You haven’t slept for twenty – four hours rest now. I will monitor the communications.”
I lay down not expecting to fall asleep soon I was dreaming. Casmir. Boris, Aleksander, Valter, and Boleslav were fighting the enemy, their swords took down the men who waited in the ambush. Casmir was safe .I saw Casmir deliver our son and daughter. I saw us in the future, with seven daughters and seven sons. I woke up smiling, Casmir had lots of surprises ahead and so did I even with the gift of prophecy I couldn’t know everything ,but that was also part of the gift, life was a surprise to most people even those who were seers.
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