Week 583 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’ve made it 11 years! Well done and thank you to everyone who writes each week. You made this happen. 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 Nikki Prince 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:
- Bill Engleson
- Nellie Batz
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James
- Mark Ethridge
- Sheilagh Lee
- David A. Ludwig
- Siobhan Muir
- M.T. Decker
- Kelly Heinen
Nikki says: First, it is a pleasure to be here. As always, I enjoyed every one of your stories. However, I can only choose one winner and some honorable mentions so here I go.
Honorable Mentions
Mark A. Morris | Website
Nikki says: For his take on Frankenstein. I loved it and thought it was refreshing and had some humor in it that I could appreciate.
David A. Ludwig | Website
Nikki says: I thoroughly enjoyed the descriptive words used in this story. I could truly imagine what was happening as I read it.
Silver James | Website
Nikki says: I enjoyed the play and dialogue between the characters. Read more you say? Yes please!
winner announcement
Week 583 Winner
Nikki says: Nellie Batz’s story of the bodyguard Misau made me want to read more. I wanted to dive right into this paranormal story. I was intrigued by the description of the other bodyguard with sharp teeth, blood red eyes, and horns and I hope that this is a story that will be written in the future for me to read!
“I hired you as a bodyguard to keep people from accosting me. I didn’t mean to have you totally scaring them off.” The young woman stared at Misau over the edge of the ivory fan, waving it in front of her face slowly. “Try not to look so threatening. I’m supposed to be aloof.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ugh, don’t say ma’am. That makes me sound…old.” A grimace at that thought.
Misau stepped back, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was going to be a long night. She settled in her spot behind where the woman sat, scanning the crowded room. Everyone came to wish the woman a happy birthday but her gaze locked on the next in line. The man waiting was made up more than the women, curled hair, rogued cheeks and enough perfume to choke a stable of horses. But his own bodyguard was the predator with the sharp grin, blood red eyes and the horns no one could see. And there might have been a tail. The lack of reaction meant that he had a glamour up or everyone would have taken off hours ago.
Shit. So much for a fluff job. She needed to be as threatening as he was, without the supernatural abilities. She needed to make sure that there weren’t any casualties.
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Congratulations Three Time Winner Nellie, and Honorable Mentions Mark, David, and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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