#ThursThreads – Week 561 – Winners

Week 561 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 Kelex 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
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
  • Marci Baun | @marcibaun
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00

Honorable Mentions

Eric Martell | @drmag00

Kelex says: I enjoyed the writing style and could also easily envision the scene.

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Kelex says: I enjoyed the writing style.

Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio

Kelex says: I enjoyed the imagery.

Special Mention: Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir

Kelex says: What’s not to love about dinosaurs?

winner announcement

Week 561 Winner

Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana

Kelex says: When I write, I see my stories as little “movies” in my head… I enjoy authors who can give me that in return. Daelyn is the winner for that reason. I could clearly envision the action as I read. They painted a picture instead of “telling.”

They’d stalked each other for weeks, played this game of cat and mouse. Assassins didn’t like to be the mouse.

Now Desnain stood in unfamiliar territory with a fork in the road before her. Two separate paths split her normally sure decisiveness. One deeply wagon-rutted and the other infringed with overgrown brush. Both went as far as she could see. Both may lead her toward sanctuary, or both may lead her toward death.

There wasn’t time to waste. Surely the Twelve Point on her heels was not far behind. Yet there she stood, transfixed at the next point of no return. The forks in the road felt much like the one in her heart. Split between what had been duty and what had been emotion.

The two were never supposed to mingle in the same space.

Yet here they were.

She touched at the tiny sword pendant fastened around her neck, made of the finest silver, and looked to the treetops. “Rolen, forgive me.”

The tell-tale twang of a bow startled her from her misery. A sharp kiss of metal grazed her cheek, the blur of feathers in her vision as she turned her head, followed by the thud of contact with a tree.

“There ain’t no forgiveness where you’re going, traitor.”

Desnain turned toward the voice and swiped the little bead of blood from her cheek. No point choosing a path now. They both led to death after all.

Congratulations Eleven Time Winner Daelyn, and Honorable Mentions Eric, David, and Louisa! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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