Week 405 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we head to the end of 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 Luanne Bennett for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Dr. Guncha Gupta
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen
Luanne says: Reminds me of The Haunting shows on TV, how your surroundings can affect you and others, just don’t look outside
Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Luanne says: I normally don’t do space stories but I do want more of this one. Start fixing the easy, small project to realize someone wants everyone gone. How is it going to be fixed, solved ..I want answers.
Nellie Batz | @solimond
Luanne says: Ohh yes I like the being surrounded by others and some being aware, I could see this in a whole novel.
Week 405 Winner
Luanne says: the detail, the story, the feelings. I read all of them last night and this one kept with me the most made me think what happened next.
“Taye?” Yuri eyed the DJ, aborting a reflexive reach as Taye’s chin slipped from the palm supporting it.
“Huh?” Sleepy eyes popped wide as Taye just barely avoided faceplanting on the workstation. He bobbed up drunkenly, head thumping the microphone boom. He swatted the offending hardware away, rubbing his head. “Wha—?”
“You okay there?”
“‘m just tired.”
“Believe me, I got that part.” Yuri smirked. “Who kept you up, hm?”
“Everyone.” Taye’s knuckles turned white as they fisted against his ears.
Yuri’s smile slipped as he realized Taye seriously meant that.
“Everyone’s so loud.” Taye rubbed his temples, muttering, “They think I don’t hear them, but I do.”
“Who?” Noisy neighbors, maybe?
“Why can’t I keep you out?” he groaned, but not to Yuri. No, to whatever was going on in his head.
Definitely not noisy neighbors.
He lurched to his feet and staggered, crumpling to the floor as his eyes rolled up.
“Holy shit, Taye.” Yuri rushed forward, crouching down, still hesitating to touch. Taye didn’t do contact. Period. Last time someone had touched him, he’d called in sick for a week.
“Please,” the DJ whispered. “Make them stop.”
Some sort of psychosis? Or…psychic? The line between the two was uncomfortably thin for someone without an MD or PhD after his name. Cautiously, Yuri shifted closer, holding his hand out, palm up.
Taye shrank back.
“It’s an offer, not a demand. If you need to hold on to someone, I’m here.”
“I—can’t.” I want to went unspoken.
Congratulations THIRTY-FOUR TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions Daniel, Mary, and Nellie! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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