Week 622 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! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to David A. Ludwig 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
- Richard Gibney
- Siobhan Muir
- Eric Martell
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig
- Sheilagh Lee
- M.L. Gammella
Honorable Mention
Eric Martell | Website
David says: I love the narrative flow of this one and the way it hinges on the prompt that the narrator asserts is inaccurate. The confusion from the number of characters and lack of punctuation is a fascinating part of the experience.
winner announcement
Week 622 Winner
David says: Weary immortals at the end of the world work well for me. I especially like the prompt being used for “enough beer for the end of the world.” The sensory details were well delivered and made me want a beer. All of this was topped off by a tight execution that was both easy and enjoyable to read.
It was really happening, The world was ending. The apocalypse was nigh and there wasn’t jackshit anyone could do.
Of course, when the news broke of the prophecy, mass anarchy broke out. Looting, rampant crime, the complete and total breakdown of modern society. If the world wasn’t already ending, the current state of the world certainly would do it.
Wait.
The prophecy never said how the world was ending, just that it was. Everyone assumed they knew how, well every religious fanatic nutjob did. Fire and brimstone, hellfire and destruction.
We didn’t have to wait for the end of the world. We did it ourselves.
Shit.
The ultimate self-fulfilling prophecy.
With a long-suffering sigh that only a being who wasn’t quite immortal but certainly older than any human could make, Josiah cracked open a beer.
That first cold, crisp swallow coated his throat and down to his stomach. He sighed again, this time in relief. The fires were getting closer and the ever-present smoke in the air was irritating his throat.
His companion, another quasi-immortal like himself, leaned back in the chair across from him, his boot-clad feet propped up on the table.
“We all said it wasn’t enough.”
Josiah looked down at his dwindling beer collection as the other man grabbed a beer from the cooler.
“I know, but how does one properly stock enough beer for the end of the world? I bought ALL of it.”
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Congratulations Four Time Winner M.L., and Honorable Mention Eric! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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