Week 448 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 Isabella Muetzel 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
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Mark A. Morris
Isabella says: While this flash left me with a number of questions, it was also rather entertaining to read. The hawk was written well, especially toward the end. The way he moved, presented himself and spoke were exactly what I would expect from such a lovely bird of prey.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Isabella says: I really enjoyed that sly little disarm that he did of Mona, only to have someone far more dangerous appear at the end. Definitely grabbed my attention!
Week 448 Winner
Isabella says: I thoroughly enjoyed this scene. The dialogue was smooth, easy to follow and the interactions throughout the conversation brought it to life in my mind. I could picture everything clearly and had a good chuckle while reading. The humor breathed some extra color into the exchange and didn’t fall flat in the least. It’s not often that I laugh aloud! While, admittedly, I may not know these characters or stories beyond this flash fiction, I got a good sense of their personalities and relationships through this small snippet which is awesome. Nicely done!
Ariel dusted off his hands in an exaggerated manner. “Right then. I’ve dealt with the trash.”
Caleb rolled his eyes up while maintaining an expression otherwise devoid of emotion. Roman let out a small snort.
Glancing around the barge, Ari smiled. “This could almost be the lead-in to a joke. A fae, a werewolf, and a gargoyle meet on a barge in the middle of the Seine.”
“Nothing to be laughing about,” Caleb growled.
“Of course there is. My life has been far too boring and mundane lately. I drop by Sade’s only to find a very grumpy vampire and the note she left him stating she was—” The fae made air quotes. “—called into a case and flying off to gay Paree. Without him.”
The werewolf and the gargoyle exchanged glances. “And I suppose you just had to rag on Sinjen about it?” Caleb ignored the headache forming behind his eyes.
“Of course I did!” Ari all but chortled. “It’s almost as much fun to tweak his fangs as it is the damn dragon’s tail.”
Now it was Roman’s turn to roll his eyes skyward, and say with lack of expression, “You may be sorry you got involved.”
“Because we’re hunting the damn dragon,” Roman pronounced, his voice full or rocks and gravel.
Ari backed up a step. “Does he know?”
“He who?” Caleb asked.
“Either one of them.”
“Yes and probably,” the werewolf replied when Roman didn’t. “You’re an idiot, Ari.”
The fae wisely remained silent.
Congratulations FORTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Mark, and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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