#ThursThreads – Week 466 – Winners

Week 466 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we finish up 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 Katheryn J. Avila for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.


  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Mark A. Morris
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00

Honorable Mentions

Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier

Katheryn says: You can really feel Catarina’s conflict in this. The brief scene paints a very clear picture of both characters, leaving lasting impressions that make me want to keep reading. Looking forward to where this story goes!

winner announcement

Week 466 Winner

Silver James | @SilverJames_

Katheryn says: I really enjoyed the intensity of this – they only spoke their names but it was a heavy encounter that definitely left me wanting more. The snake imagery was really creative, too, and said a lot about the character without needing to dive too deep. Great job!

The man’s movements were almost lazy as he blocked her sister’s blow. Sophie had never seen any man look more ruthless and she’d grown up in a viper pit of alpha males. A part of her brain wondered what her father would do if confronted by that particular expression on this particular man’s face.

Recognizing her sister, she’d considered leaving but the stubborn streak that kept her chin up in the face of the bullshit that was her family, wouldn’t allow her. Then she’d caught a glimpse of Delilah’s date. Every ounce of femininity she possessed recognized him. In a visceral way that touched all of her. ALL of her. Her skin crackled like someone was tracing sparklers over it and she would swear that skyrockets burst across the ceiling.

She froze, hypnotized by the snake-like reaction of her sister’s date. The man brushed away Delilah’s attack as the maitre’d and two burly busboys descended. Sophie slipped out of her seat and ducked into the ladies room. She returned to find the man occupying her table, looking as cool and controlled as a king cobra.

He rose and held her chair. Those sparklers caressed her again. She sat before her legs betrayed her. He sat and offered her his hand.

“Callum Fitzpatrick.”

She knew the name. Irish mob. God knew he would never be a prince but she didn’t need one of those. She needed a man who would fight for her.

“Sophie McNamara.”

He smiled. And she was a goner.

Congratulations FIFTY TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mention Catherine! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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