#ThursThreads – Week 505 – Winners

Week 505 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 Silver James 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
  • Terri Mertz | @rrats1231
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Laurel Kile | @KileAuthor
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Silver says: Good tales this week. Only took me two cups of coffee. LOL I don’t know why I keep volunteering to judge because it is NEVER easy to pick and choose. Every single writer who posts brings interesting words to the mix. However, our gracious host insists on there being winners. So, here are mine for this week:

Honorable Mentions

M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Silver says: This tale started with a lot of tension and ended by making me laugh. Great way to hook a reader.

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Silver says: So many questions! This feels like a mash-up of Jurassic Park and a Marvel Superhero comic. I thoroughly enjoyed my confusion.

Terri Mertz | @rrats1231

Silver says: Her fire imagery hits home and using the wildfire as a metaphor for emotional upheaval is unusual and well done, even in a few short words.

winner announcement

Week 505 Winner

Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea

Silver says: I love his “tongue-in-cheek detective noir” style. This tale has a fun twist at the end.

Solly’s Lair

Solly Vapors was headquartered in a warehouse on the city’s edge. It served as his home, or so I’d been told by a woman who’d carelessly fallen under Solly’s saccharine spell a year earlier, as well as a shipping/receiving depot for any enterprise Solly cared to step his humongous toes into.

“From what Gracie told me,” I shared with Frank and Hank, “Solly’s apartment’s on the second floor. Has a back entrance. To get to it, we need to enter the adjoining warehouse.”

“Why not go in through his warehouse?” Frank asked. “How tough would that be?”

Hank gave him a reprimanding glance, said, “Few years ago, a local folkie, good voice, nice sense of lyrics, wrote a song…and performed it at that old coffee house, down on Franklyn, remember, Frankie?”

“Nah. Don’t listen to songbirds.”

Hank nodded, continued with, “Well the song started with Solly Vapors, Prince of Capers…yadayada. Word got back to Solly, and Solly screamed. PRINCE? I’M THE FRIGGIN’ KING. My point is that Solly has a few permanent hires…his palace guards. We’d have to go through them if we used the front door.”

“Good point, Hank,” I chipped in metaphorically, “We best pretend Solly is a pair of long johns, and we’ll enter through the flap in the rear.”

With that, we worked our way straight to Solly’s back door and the steep stairs beyond.

I looked up, said “It’s all uphill from here.”

Frank added, “I hate heights.”

He wasn’t the only one.

Congratulations TWENTY-NINE TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mentions M.T., David, and Terri! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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