Week 557 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 Miranda Kate 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
- Mark A. Morris
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Miranda says: I love a tale from an animal POV. I particularly liked the names. It was complete in its execution and made me want to read more.
Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
Miranda says: I wanted to live in this world! LOL A good short piece that gives enough for me to want to read more.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Miranda says: I like the writing and it flows well. The story was interesting too.
Week 557 Winner
Miranda says: I love a good ghost story and to pack one in, in such a short piece was brilliant. I actually envy it a little cuz I’ve never been able to succeed with doing them – or they never come off this well. Really enjoyed that.
“Hurry it up, will you? This place gives me the creeps.”
“I am going as fast as I can without risking damage to what we came for,” he grunted.
Drew frowned. The light of the torch flickered eerie shadows off the cobwebbed walls. The basement reeked of mold and mildew. Each cloth-covered chest and piece of furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust. He could taste it every time he breathed in or spoke. “Why do you always pick the abandoned haunted places to loot?”
“Why do I pick them? You agreed to this haul. Besides, all the so-called haunted places always have the good stuff.”
“Then why are we still picking through someone’s trash and treasure and coming up empty?” There was nothing good left of value here. If there were, they would have found it already. “Let’s just call it quits on this one.”
Mark snorted. “No way. There’s still a bunch of chests. Help me search, carefully, and we’ll get out of here faster then if you’re so scared.”
“I am not scared,” he replied indignantly, squaring his shoulders against the draft of freezing air.
“Could have fooled me.”
Drew shot his partner a withering glare before he froze in his tracks. All his little hairs stood on end. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“No, I did.” The third voice might have been male, but it definitely wasn’t Mark. “And I think that’s my trash and treasure you’re looting through.”
Congratulations Ten Time Winner Daelyn, and Honorable Mentions Bill, Mark, and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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