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.
Entries:
- 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
Week 559 Winner
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.
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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!
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