Week 554 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re more than halfway through our tenth year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. 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 Louisa Bacio 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
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Joel Sandersen | @WhirlwindsOf
- Clay T. | @eight_clay
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Louisa says: What an array of stories crafted this week. Thank you to all the writers who turned out and to Siobhan Muir for the continued inspiration. You are loved and appreciated.
M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Louisa says: What a poignant reflection. Sometimes, memories grow sweeter than the reality and the past stings. This metaphor encapsulates the message: “The following summer, the hammock was still there, but after a year, it was filled with water, mud, and mosquito larva.”
Joel Sandersen | @Whirlwindsof
Louisa says: This piece combines a witty play on words and arrangement to keep the reader engaged. I totally interpreted the reference to “brats” differently. The following sentence had me hooked: “It involved zombies, a plant elemental, a few hundred bats and a couple of chupacabra.”
Week 554 Winner
Louisa says: Daelyn weaved a tale that’s thick with description and emotion. There’s a building of senses from the “skitter of rats and clatter of chains” to the physicality of the main character slumping against the wall. It’s a fully fleshed out tale with a bit of intrigue of more to come to this “long story.”
The thick wooden door closed with a resounding thud that echoed off the close quarter walls. The jangling of keys and click of the steel lock was insult to injury. Footsteps retreated down the long hall only a moment later, and eventually ceased in silence. Only the occasional skitter of rats and clatter of chains to break the quiet.
Matt sank against the wall, sliding down the rough stone to sit with arms propped on one knee. He let his head bang softly against the stone.
What a mess he was in now.
Not only was he in shackles in the worst place possible, but this best friend was missing. Even worse, he had no memory of the last twelve hours which led to this blasted cell. All the worst-case scenarios ran through his head. More so for Kailyn, not himself. He already knew he was a goner in this realm. Labeled traitor long, long ago.
A quiet pst came from his right. At first, he ignored it. His next-door neighbor had other thoughts, the hushed whisper becoming more of an annoyed shout.
“What?” Matt snapped, turning his head to see the gap in the stone and one eye peering through.
“You look all clean and plump yet.” The prisoner’s voice was raspy. “You must be new. What’d you do? Musta been drastic to land yourself in a prison of a nearly lawless realm.”
“That’s a long story.”
Mutiny and rebellion were a lot more complicated when family was involved.
Congratulations Eight Time Winner Daelyn, and Honorable Mentions Mary and Joel! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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