Week 406 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we close on 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 Cara Michaels 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
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark A. Morris
- Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Mark A. Morris
Cara says: It’s all tense and exciting until that ending. I lol’d, but I would want to be woken up for a Firefly reboot, too.
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Cara says: Bardic magic rarely gets shown in such an active and action-packed light, and I like the sense of teamwork between Camilla and Val.
Week 406 Winner
Cara says: I always enjoy Horace and his interactions with the human world. He just shows up wherever he pleases. And he loves pancakes, lol. Creepy, but well done, weaving current events into the fantasy setting.
“Why can’t I keep you out?” I ask, skootching around him to put a bowl in the sink. “Especially at oh-god-o’clock.”
Horace is in his human form this morning, wearing a gold and beige plaid shirt with pearl snaps, blue jeans, and work boots.
“Are you eating?” I ask.
As The One True Death, he doesn’t need to eat, but he likes my pancakes for some reason.
“Yes, please.” He takes a plate and we sit down. “I wanted to talk to you about something that happens every century.”
“And that is?”
He puts his fork down. “I must turn the world off and back on again.”
My fork rests on my plate and I stare at him. “Like…how?”
“My father set a devastating flu upon the world in 1918.”
I have a great uncle who remembers the flu of 1918. Horace resumes eating.
“So…you have to set a plague upon the world?” I ask and he nods. “But why?”
“Things are going south. Too much greed, corruption, etc. What do you think about another flu?”
I rub my face. “Dude, for real. That’s a terrible plan.”
“Hmm. A respiratory virus?”
I grunt at him. “Resetting the world is a terrible plan!”
“I dislike those caveman noises you make, Carla. I am required to do something.”
We finish breakfast and he shrugs.
“Every hundred or so years, we must reset everything.”
He puts his dishes in the sink, then walks through the wall and disappears. Well, shit.
Congratulations Eleven Time Winner Kelly, and Honorable Mentions Mark, and Katheryn! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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