Week 477 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. A thousand thanks to Bokerah Brumley for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
- Mark A. Morris
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Bokerah says: The line “I’d followed his orders but I didn’t follow his intent” struck such a chord with me. And the addition of whistling Hogan’s Heroes while in formation really cracked me up.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Bokerah says: I’m always impressed by the concise/tight writing this writer routinely delivers, and I find the wolf shifter/mafia premise intriguing.
Week 477 Winner
Bokerah says: Court intrigue caught me. The union of two powerful peoples and having to choose which house/family to unite with definitely whet my appetite for the rest of the story. Who will Cassandra choose?
Beitzen towered above her. The dragon was impatient, wanting to be away. Cassandra had to decide quickly or risk losing face.
“You have to make a choice,” the ostler said. “But you need to be careful; it’ll bind you both for life.”
Cassandra looked up. The scales on Beitzen’s chest were as large as the plates that she ate from when she dined with the King in the Founders’ Hall, graduating from a ruddy scarlet near the dragon’s wingtips to a dull gold on his breast. It was like being stood in the shadow of a sun; its body-heat sufficient to char the flesh on her hands if she strayed too close. Beitzen could be a great protector to her, but only if she made a commitment to him now.
“Think of it as a partnership, if that helps,” the dragon prompted. “Your family and mine, sharing our objectives. The short-lived and the millennials, mutually in accord. Bound by the laws of both our communities, of course.”
“Or you could align the people of your nation with House Elsass.” The ostler insinuated himself between them, his wrinkled face crackling into a smile. “They’re both equally powerful, in their own way; Beitzen and the Bismarck family and Hessen and the lineage of the Elsass. Those are your options, as I see it. But you’ll have to make your choice quickly. The Dragon elite may seem as though they’re immortal, but they’re notorious for lacking patience.
Congratulations TWENTY-FOUR TIME WINNER Mark, and Honorable Mentions Mary and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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