#ThursThreads – Week 559 – Winners

Week 559 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 Muirlette #1 for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.


  • Gora Shade | @AngoraShade
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Honorable Mentions

Gora Shade | @AngoraShade

Muirlette says: I liked the fantasy and suspense. A great read. Well done

Silver James | @SilverJames_

Muirlette says: I liked the twist at the end. It was really fun and unexpected. Great job.

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Muirlette says: I loved that this was in the perspective of a cat. What a fun read. Wonderful job.

winner announcement

Mary Decker

Week 559 Winner

M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Muirlette says: I really liked how this was put together. I liked the imagery and the story. Very well done.

Weather or knot

From the waterside to the edge of night
Hear the wind as it walks through the water,
Through the waves to where the cattails grow.
Does it sparkle? Does it glow?

It moves silently, leaving trouble in its wake
It is peace, it is calm, it is life.

When the storms come from distant lands
Its rains speak of its commands
The silence can be deafening as it screams into the night
Letting loose the rage without control

When the rains clear, and the wind has gone to sea
At the edge of the ruins, the spirits move
Once again through the night
Mourning what was, recovering what is, nurturing what will be.

A spark is all it takes.
Does it glow, does it sparkle?
In the night, all is calm where the cattails grow
That is the riddle of it all

From the shore, to the bayou and beyond
The whispers speak of worlds long gone
Do they sparkle? Do they glow?
Between the squalls In the shadows of the hurricane
Is there life beyond these walls?
From the waterside to the edge of night

If she knows, she’ll never tell
What she knows by sight or smell.

Congratulations TWENTY-SIX TIME WINNER Mary, and Honorable Mentions Gora, Silver, and David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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