Week 571 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re almost done with Year 10. Next week is our 11th Anniversary! 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 George Varhalmi for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU
George says: Time to start the truck on a heist. I love it. The banter between the two characters was fun and playful. It was well written and blended the right amount of dialogue to go with a descriptive story. Great scene and fun to read.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
George says: Intense emotion throughout the tale with high stakes. It makes me wonder what the next line could be. Will it be anger and rage or controlled calculating coldness? What a fun scene to read.
Week 571 Winner
George says: Sniffles the soon-to-be snuffed out survivor. Wow, the energy from start to finish was awesome. It kept me wanting for more. But the cream on top was the survival pack, all it was missing was the rapidly dissolving toilet paper and then Peabody’s folly would be complete. Great tale and a pleasure to read.
Ozone. I coughed, feeling my way around. I winced when my hand touch the cockpit doors. Too hot. No one could have survived.
We have to get out.
I couldn’t tell if it was just a thought but the steward was not moving. Untethered I reach towards him, only to have a hand latch onto my wrist.
“He’s gone. We have to move.”
It was Peabody, His voice bringing me back from the edge as he pulled me to the emergency exit. I didn’t want to leave but staying meant death.
I blinked as the roaring in my ears increased. The white fog that rolled through the cabin filled my mind. Numbness was settling in.
Peabody pushed me out the door. I fell to the ground and rolled as something landed next to me. I assumed it was Peabody, but it was a survival pack.
“You’re going to need that,” his voice, a whisper on the wind. “Run.”
As I ran, I realized they were the last words I’d hear from him.
I ran, and kept running until I collapsed. I knew it wouldn’t take the elemental long to catch up, so I opened the pack and took stock. Instead of banishing equipment, or even a fire extinguisher, I found a romance novel, some astronaut ice cream, and a box of Kleenex. Peabody had tossed me the wrong pack.
I wonder if tears will stop a demon. Somehow, I doubt it.
Congratulations TWENTY-NINE TIME WINNER Mary, and Honorable Mentions Atticus and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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