#ThursThreads – Week 366 – Winners

Week 366 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth 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 Miranda Kate for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.


  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Mason Bushell | @MBWorkhouse
  • Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
  • Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
  • Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
  • Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
  • Catherine Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
  • Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels

Honorable Mentions

Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana

Miranda says: Heartwrenching and significant for all of us I felt, and delivered really well, in such a simple setting. My heart goes out to all those who have suffered a loss through shootings.

Catherine Derham | @Cate_Derham

Miranda says: I liked how there was more story hinted at, even though the piece was complete in itself. I wanted to know more.

Cara Michaels | @caramichaels

Miranda says: I was left wanting to know what exactly she saw, and how the rest of the story developed.

winner announcement

Week 366 Winner

Mark A Morris

Miranda says: I love the darkness it elicits, and mental sickness. He also slowly exposes the extent of the horror as we go along. Very nicely done.

Lilith preened. She arched her back, displaying her slim, lithe body to its full advantage. She turned toward me, her lips a stark, red gash splitting the pallor of her face, framed above by the torrents of her dark hair and below by the waves of emerald green, the scarf she wore wound around her neck isolating her fabulous features from the severity of her shoulders, her angular collarbones standing out like rails beneath the sheer gauze of her skin.

“I’m satisfied,” she said, settling back smugly. “I’ve eaten well for the first time in years.” She drew her tongue across her lips as though she was re-tasting the feast she’d enjoyed, and I wondered what it was that had given her so much pleasure.

“Why are you telling me this? Did you leave anything for me?” I was excited for her, of course I was, but I was jealous too. Looking around her cell I saw an uncapped jar, the underside of its lid and the walls inside smeared with a gruesome red stain, a bright smell of copper assaulting me as I drew in a breath, tasting the air.

“It was the nurse. The new one. I asked her to retie my scarf. She thought I looked docile.” She buffed the nails of her right hand against the sleeve of her canvas coverall, its buckles broken and its straps hanging loose. It was then that I saw the body beside her bed, forever blinded and lying still.

Congratulations ELEVEN TIME WINNER Mark, and Honorable Mentions Daelyn, Catherine, and Cara! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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