Week 377 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 Crystal Brown for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Mark A. Morris
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Terry Brewer | @Stories2121
- Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
- Jo Hawk | @JoHawktheWriter
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
Crystal says: Beautifully written. Had a hard time deciding between this one and the first place. Love the title of the song … speaks volumes of heartache. Yet, that line, “Ya know lyrics are meant to be rewritten” seemed to clear of the clouds in Nashville and shine a bit of hope on the story. Well done!
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Crystal says: Love a good wolf story. Your story was a little tease that made me want more. My hubby always tells me I’m his all the time. Wolf senses are strong. Great job with the prompt.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Crystal says: Nothing like a little negotiating to get a story. Great use of the prompt. Would love to know what happens next.
Week 377 Winner
Crystal says: Great use of prompt. Love your story. One of these days women will be treated better. Women can change the world if we are allowed a chance.
I flip on the news, setting onto the couch with a glass of wine. The first story is a car accident and a rock settles into my stomach. I know the victim and it was only luck that I didn’t get called to the scene tonight.
My cousin is—was—is eighteen. In college. A freak interstate accident put him in the hospital tonight. He’s in Sioux Falls, barely alive. In the midst of the ten thousand emotions swirling through my head, the feeling that I’m not alone seeps in. I whip my head around and then, in the corner, I see it.
The figure steps from the shadows, face covered, hands clasped. There’s no way to know if it’s a Council member or a Deather at this point.
“I’m not the one you expected, am I?”
I shake my head. “Why did you hurt my cousin?”
“A women cannot be the heir, it has been this way for centuries. Until you cease your sabotage of the book, the punishment continues.”
Anger takes over and my hands plant on my hips. “Grow the fuck up, Death boy.” The figure recoils. “Times change. That woman is going to be in charge whether you like it or not. If you can’t handle that, it’s time for you to resign. Seriously.”
“Save your progress for Earth, where it is no more welcome. The punishment continues until the book changes the prediction.”
I shudder as they melt through my wall.
Congratulations Eight Time Winner Kel, and Honorable Mentions Atticus, Silver, and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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