Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 679. 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 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 679:
Scientist, Dad, and flash fiction author, Eric Martell.
And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“Never seen it done 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!
That’s News to Me
I remember Conrad Klipster like it was yesterday. Smartest kid in the class. Every class I was ever in. Kindergarten all the way to grade ten before I pulled the plug and went to work for his old man at Klister’s Meat Packing Factory.
Not saying that was the best move I ever made but my old man had lung issues, smoked like Klister Ham he always said, and my mom cleaned houses but was weary all the time. My sister was a year older and liked school so we were betting she’d make something out of her life…which she did, became a dental technician, married her boss, has three kids and lives the Life of Riley.
Me, I stayed at the meat plant. Few years later, Conrad came back to town with his MBA and took over from his old man.
I worked my way up to foreman. Made good money. I was doing okay but Lucie, my wife, she got into some small group of ladies who believed eating meat was the wrong way to go.
Soon, we were eating beans. Boiled beans. Fried beans. Pulverized into mush beans.
I told her, “Luce, I’m a meat man. Meat puts…meat on the table.”
She smiled, baked more beans.
I asked guys at the plant. “Whaddaya think of this?”
To a man they said, “Never seen it done before. Not in my house.”
Lucie stuck to her guns.
I just don’t know if we’re gonna last.
250 Words
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