#ThursThreads – Week 511 – Winners

Week 511 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 George Varhalmi for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:

  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00
  • Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Joel Sandersen | @Whirlwindsof

Honorable Mentions

Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio

George says: I really liked the story. I found it to be a sweet tale the whole way through. She had this warm nostalgia throughout the tale. 

Silver James | @SilverJames_

George says: MREs vs ORPs – yummy. I thought the discussion was hilarious and the back and forth made me grin. It was fun.

Joel Sandersen | @Whirlwindsof

George says: Go panthers! I found this story great because the hunter was a sick SOB. And I liked that Jake gave him the choice – face the fire or Misty. Great tale.

winner announcement

Week 511 Winner

Eric Martell | @drmag00

George says: It was damn funny. I liked all of it. The fact that he has to go through and it is what it is, he has to die and die a lot. The best line “Can’t outsource the work”. Made me laugh out loud and scared the cat.

I can’t decide how to die this time. I’ve done all the common ones – getting hit by a car, jumping off a building, contracting Ebola. I’ve done exotic ones – suicide by cop, becoming an astronaut and then opening my helmet during a spacewalk, bringing a dish to a KKK meeting and then telling everyone a Black man had jerked off into it.

No, this isn’t some Groundhog Day thing where the universe is teaching me a lesson in becoming a better person. For one thing, I’m already dead.

I guess that needs some clarification. My body is dead. I lived ninety-seven years and passed away peacefully in my bed, surrounded by people who said they loved me and all the luxuries a man could want.

My soul, on the other hand, lives on until I complete my task. We all owe a death, this is true, but I owe millions. I didn’t kill all 8 million individually – not even I had that kind of time – but I did my share. After all, if I expected my staff to get their hands bloody, then I had to as well. Besides, I enjoyed it.

So here I am, forced to die one time for each of the 8 million I was responsible for. And this time, I can’t outsource any of the work.

Maybe I’ll see if the alligators at the zoo are hungry.
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Congratulations Fifteen Time Winner Eric, and Honorable Mentions Louisa, Silver, and Joel! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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