#ThursThreads – Week 538 – Winners

Week 538 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re in Year 10 and that’s an accomplishment in itself! Thank you to all y’all for coming back to write for all these years. I couldn’t have done it without you. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Daelyn Morgana for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.


  • Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Mark A. Morris
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00

Honorable Mention

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Daelyn says: It sounds like this family has some secrets I want to know. I wonder if Mama knows more than she’s letting on with this change of heart. Has she heard the stories in her hospital of the vigilante saving people? I’m super curious now.

winner announcement

Week 538 Winner

Mark A. Morris

Daelyn says: I’m a sucker for fantasy, and I love when it is paired with cold, hard science in some way. It’s a contrast of beliefs that I love to see. The opposites attract mentality seems like it struck gold with this duo, too. I’d love to see more of how they interact with each other.

It was dead. Her runes were blazing along the length of its torso and its head was missing. Its stomach had been chewed up, chunks of flesh hacked away where his blade had bitten in. A mortal creature would have been finished at that point, but he’d needed to be sure. These creatures had a habit of coming back and surprising the unwary.

“You finished him. Of course, I made it easier for you to pull your sword free so you could remove his head. You could have been in trouble if I’d not seen you struggling. You’re lucky I was following you: it proves you need someone to watch your back in case your traditional methods fall short.”

Gallant lowered his weapon. He hated to admit it, but perhaps his wife was right. Her spellcasting was unnatural – there was no reason behind the things she could do. He preferred to put his trust in the physical sciences. A length of cold-forged steel was more reliable, a comfortable weight in his hand.

He turned, determined not to feel shame. He’d needed this; his manhood had been at stake. He was sure he could have beaten it back and regained his advantage.

“I was going to bring you a trophy,” he said. “A token to prove my worth. But your magic has spoiled everything. And now, it’s melting away like a winter snow on desert sand.” He watched the chalk outline slowly fade away until all of it was gone.

Congratulations THIRTY-TWO TIME WINNER Mark, and Honorable Mention David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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