Week 359 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we complete our seventh year. 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 Kaylee Haynes for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Katheryn Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Mason Bushell | @MBWorkhouse
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
- Shirley Penick | @shirley_penick
- Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
- Catherine Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Marci Baun | @MarciBaun
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
Kaylee says: Her story left me asking so many questions. I want to know more about Sera.
Catherine Derham | @Cate_Derham
Kaylee says: a well written vampire story. It makes me intrigued to find more about what is happening between Ivy and Ayren.
Shirley Penick | @shirley_penick
Kaylee says: This story is a mystery. I want to know more details about what happened to all of these girls to make them so cautious.
Marci Baun | @MarciBaun
Kaylee says: This story pulled me in and held my attention. I want to know more about who Persi, the old man and Selene really are.
Week 359 Winner
Kaylee says: I liked the story because at first you think that maybe they were wrong and that this person is completely normal. However, once you get to the end of the story you start thinking no they really are crazy and what did they do to get caught.
I thought I was alone. Finally. But I couldn’t have been any more wrong.
Even in solitary confinement I wasn’t alone. If it wasn’t the demons in my head whispering to me to gouge the eyes out of the next aid that came to my cell with my bare hands, it was the ghosts of previous crazies constantly zipping in and out of the walls.
I should note I was /not/ one of /those/ crazies.
They screamed like they were put through wood chippers while still alive. Babbled deliriously and played mind games that only the certifiably insane could fathom to follow. They had a wicked sense of humor.
Humor I adored.
I never could comprehend why those deemed normal balked at it. Why to them it was morbid and inhumane. Perhaps that’s why they labeled me a psychopath, why they condemned me to spend the rest of my days in this white room with bright lights. Didn’t they care about my need for darkness to sleep?
I mean really now. What was the point of sentencing me to twenty consecutive life sentences in a maximum security asylum far off the grid when I could only live one of those sentences to term?
Then again, I nearly laughed, there was that pesky little spiritual belief called reincarnation.
I’d be back. One day.
If not in this lifetime, then in the next. And next time, oh next time…
Next time I would know in my soul how not to get caught.
Congratulations Three Time Winner Daelyn, and Honorable Mentions Teresa, Catherine, Shirley, and Marci! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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