Week 476 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
Siobhan says: The softness and yet steely determination of the narrator, having bided his time until he was free, was beautifully crafted and filled me with hope. It was a vignette in a larger story, one with a past and possibly a future, all given just a hint of voice in the present moment. Lovely.
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Siobhan says: I wasn’t going to post more than one HM, but I loved the flavor of this tale, the conflict and tension, again with a possibility of connection. The only thing that kept it from winning was the fade at the end, which works great in a longer story, but deflates the energy in a short one. Good job.
winner announcement
Week 476 Winner
Siobhan says: OMG you made me laugh out loud. This was so great I called Mr. SM in from the other room and READ it to him. He laughed too. That makes this story my winner. The mixture of classical imagery and modern issues facing most people during the Pandemic. Awesomesauce.
With age comes Wisdom
Snow; sand-drift; hail, it all blended together after a while and still he walked. The Sphinx with its serene countenance, right before it tried to eat his liver, that was fun. Illusions of a thousand delights it offered him, and the genie, not to be outdone offering one thousand and one.
He let his breath out in a huff as he reminded himself that he had a job to do, and they were here to stop him— or prove him worthy.
Twenty-seven steps up the ladder, down two as penance for helping Sisyphus up the hill, then glide to a sudden stop as if on command. He waited in line, as other petitioners made their needs known.
The oracle sat on her jeweled throne dispensing wisdom. Finally, after what felt like eons, it was his turn. He brought her the agreed on price for her answer: peacock feathers in every hue, the seeing eye, and the light of the searcher.
“You have a quest…”
“Ion – that was 5 dollars on its own and 10 if you bundle it with Hallmark and Turner Classic, right?”
“Unless you wish to move up a tier,” the oracle said gesturing towards the next line over.
“Gods no, they aren’t paying me enough.”
With a wave of the oracle’s hand, he was back in his seat, and he took the caller off hold.
“I’m sorry ma’am. Those are you options.”
“What about Hulu?”
He sighed. “Let me consult the ora…er… boss.”
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Congratulations TWENTY TIME WINNER M.T., and Honorable Mentions Miya and Katheryn! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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