Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 718. 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 Discord and the group on Facebook.
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 Bluesky, MeWe, Discord, and Mastodon, etc.
Our Judge for Week 718:
Programmer by day, writer by night, Katheryn J. Avila.
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And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“I’ve got you.”
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!
An Idle Dick Moment
I wanted to sit back and not think about the state of the world. Like most thinking people, I was in a bit of a funk. Nothing seemed to going right. Wars weren’t ending. Nature was in revolt. The government was going after that fine old Doctor Fauci.
Santa Claus was likely next in their right-winged sights.
I had the television on as I worried away and suddenly I saw a story about a ninety-seven-year-old woman wing-walking.
That was that. The whole world was topsy-turvy.
Wingy, you might say.
I guess I did.
I watched the plane do its loops and wondered if the sweet aeronautically enthusiastic senior had a back up plan…something like a series of trampolines on the ground and a son or lover yelling up, “Hang on dearie, I’ve got you.”
She finally landed and my thoughts turned to my new case. I had fallen on hard times. A missing dog. Barely a dog. A chihuahua. Smallest pooch of all time. Lived in a gated community. Of course, something that small could squeak under any number of gates.
Truth was that I didn’t know where to start. I’d already spent a few hours wandering around the community yelling here, Fauci. Yeah, Fauci was everywhere. Getting ripped apart by a Senate Committee. And running around the Peaceful Valley Estates without a leash or any common sense.
It was truly the dog days of summer for me and all the Fauci’s
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