Week 447 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we head toward the end of our ninth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for sticking with us. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Kaylee Haynes for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Miranda Kate | @purplequeennl
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Teresa Eccles| @TeresaMEccles
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Karen Carr | @KileAuthor
Kaylee says: The stories this week were so good! Each was very intriguing and many left me wanting more.
Teresa Eccles | @TeresMEccles
Kaylee says: I was pulled into this story and left wanting more. What did Leroy do?
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Kaylee says: The questions I have after reading this story really left me wanting more. Who is the man in the picture? What would her mom say about the pictures and the man?
Week 447 Winner
Kaylee says: This story intrigued me. Parts of it, I expected but was still surprised by other parts. I enjoyed the twists. The last sentence was my absolute favorite!
I grieved for my husband. I buried my husband as he had wished a glass coffin, with a chisel in his hand and a trowel; so that he might dig himself out. Though my mind said no my heart said yes, he was alive and I stayed at his grave listening for sounds that he might be truly buried alive.
The first sounds came as night fell, I beckoned to my maid.
“Do you hear that?”
“Do you know who it is?”
“It is Helena Mackintosh.”
“The witch? Help me dig her up,” I begged.
After two hours of us digging with the undertaker’s shovels we found nearby the coffin was laid bare. I pried open the coffin to find Helena’s nails bleeding her lips dry and covered in dirt but she was alive. I gave her water from my husband’s pouch and she thanked me and asked how she could reward me .I begged her to resurrect my husband.
“You maybe sorry,” she said but she did as I bade.
My husband was much changed. I grew afraid as he would disappear never sleeping at night. Following him I found him feast on the body of our neighbour offering me a leg. I ran to Helena’s cottage and begged her to reverse her spell. She asked if I was sure and I nodded.
I am a widow again and I accept it; for once dead men are more trouble than they are worth.
Congratulations Fourteen Time Winner Sheilagh., and Honorable Mentions Teresa, and Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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