Week 400 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 Daelyn Morgana for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Honorable Mention
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Daelyn says: What can I say? I’m a sucker for fantasy and when I see a potentially dark character hinted at I get hooked fast. A part of me wonders if what I think Valmong is, isn’t actually what he is though. Hmm. A well written tale that I would love to see more of.
winner announcement
Week 400 Winner
Daelyn says: I fell in love with the cold truth of this tale. It packs a punch of reality that squeezes at the heart and also makes you shake your head at the troubles of our world. I adore the mystery factor, too. How you know what happened but also don’t know what happened between the two characters, and that you also don’t really know the two characters. This was quite craftily written and very well done.
Sometimes, the dreams happen with my eyes wide open, and the sun shining outside. Even then, I still see them, every time I blink, every time I pause, and close my eyes. One keeps repeating, endlessly.
Someone I know. Someone I have only seen one time. I wrote a message to her once, “If you ever ask for my help, I’ll find a way.”
I haven’t spoken to her in years now. She’s gone. A classic falling out, politics, and religion, and all that crap that turns people into enemies, and drives friends apart. Yet, there she is, in that dream.
“You left, you know. It was you, not me.” Those blue eyes, drilled right through me.
“I didn’t leave you. I left your friends. Your environment.” Always, I tried to explain, even though I knew no one had ever understood.
“You told me you would find a way, if I ever asked for help.”
“I meant it then. I mean it now.” Somehow, I knew she would never ask. I knew she couldn’t understand. “If you were to ask, do you think I’ll say no?”
“Yes.” Those blue eyes were gone. I’d never see them again.
Regret? Maybe. Past mistakes? Of course. Fixable? Never. And that damn dream kept reminding me of that truth. And when the dream ended, there I was, like always, asking God to let me die. Knowing damn well it wasn’t my time. And that dream would happen. Again. Endlessly.
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Congratulations Six Time Winner Mark, and Honorable Mention Katheryn! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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