Week 607 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Eric Martell for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson
- Siobhan Muir
- Teresa Eccles
- Mark Ethridge
- Mark A. Morris
- Miranda Gammella
- David A. Ludwig
- Daelyn Morgana
Honorable Mentions
Miranda Gammella | Website
Eric says: We might wish that one loss didn’t precipitate another, but grief can do that all too often. A nice exploration of just that in a way that felt real.
winner announcement
Week 607 Winner
Eric says: I really liked the way you wove the prompt into this one, twisting it just slightly. And while excerpts from WIP sometimes feel lacking to me in a flash context, relying too much on worldbuilding not seen within the piece, this balanced it nicely.
“Kailyn, stop!”
The younger witch yanked her wrist out of Matt’s grip with a look that could have killed, literally. “Don’t tell me to stop and breathe!”
He sobered. “I didn’t ask you to breathe.”
Somehow that gentle, caring tone only made her blood boil more, causing dark magick to crackle around her frame. How can he be so damn calm?! It’s infuriating! He should be just as pissed as me.
“You were about to say it,” Kailyn growled.
“Perhaps… But we both know going in there with demands and weapons drawn will not solve anything.”
An abrupt laugh spilled from her lips. “So what do you suggest? Play nice? Like that has ever worked for me. I don’t need answers or explanations. What I need is my Coven member released. The Council wants to mess with me then they will mess with me, not them.” A dangerous edge slipped into her tone, and she saw right away how Matt stiffened his shoulders. He may never admit it and hardly show it, but sometimes, she knew her power and penchant for crossing lines scared the hell out of him.
Good, it should.
Matt swallowed hard. “It will only make matters worse. You know that. The Head Councilor will look for any way to back you in a corner. That’s exactly what this is. What we need to do is see Eammon first.”
“Eammon can’t help anymore, and I am tired of playing games with people who hide behind laws.”
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Congratulations Thirteen Time Winner Daelyn, and Honorable Mention Miranda! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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