Week 501 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years, and halfway to ten! 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 Mary Decker 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
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Mark A. Morris
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- T.M. Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- W. Martell
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Mark A. Morris
Mary says: An interesting tale with the promise of something more. Your story serves as an interesting glimpse into a futuristic world – but I want to know what happened to the passenger.
T.M. Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
Mary says: You paint a very good picture of a reluctant teenager trying to survive the world between separated parents. A slice of life story that leaves me wanting resolution.
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Mary says: This story paints a lovely picture of the afterlife, with a hint of humor when it comes to excited children greeting their long separated mother. It was an interesting turn on the children waiting for their mother, rather than their mother waiting for them.
Mary says: This story shows a lot of promise. I loved the way the author conveyed the excitement of the different crew mates by running their words together. Kuddos for throwing your hat into the ring. The only thing I can say is keep doing it. Practice is the key.
Week 501 Winner
Mary says: I love the imagery in this story and the need to work together – and who can resist… puppies!!!
Three men stood huddled up like they were in a rugby scrum. “Why are we here?”
“Because we’re suckers.” Bowie muttered because the others outranked him in the crew.
“You gotta shut them up.” Sean illustrated his demand by covering his ears with his hands.
Bowie through his hands into the sky. “And just how am I supposed to do that?”
“I dunno. But do somthin’.”
“Totally open to suggestions here.” Bowie’s gaze darted from one little body to another.
“Fill their mouths?” Callum offered helpfully.
“And with what, Cal?”
“Well…” He looked around for inspiration. “I don’t suppose there’s a way to be gaggin’ ’em now is there.” He scratched his head, completely befuddled.
“Not without gettin’ arrested.” Bowie stated the obvious.
Sean sidestepped out of the way as a little body barreled past. “How did we get roped into this again?”
“Devlin,” the other two snarled in unison.
The man himself walked up. “And how is this my bloody fault? The lot of you volunteered.”
“Fu—” Multiple hands grabbed for Sean, cutting off the curse.
“Little ears,” Bowie growled. “Watch yer mouth.”
Sean shoved the others away. “Like they could actually hear me above the din.” He favored Devlin with a narrow-eyed look. “Tis your woman that’s the root of this.”
Unfazed, Dev grinned. “You’re the idjits volunteering when she batted her big, blue eyes.” A moment later, he was on the ground under his mates who were then pounced upon by the litter of giant Newfoundland puppies.
Congratulations FIFTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Mark, T.M., and Kelly, and Special Mention W.! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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