Week 634 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, and why we’ve made it 12 YEARS!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Daelyn Morgana 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
- Josh McLees
- Kelly Heinen
- Silver James
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- Sheilagh Lee
Honorable Mentions
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Daelyn says: I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about this tale really drew me in. Maybe it was the tone. Or maybe it’s my own connection to not being able to get to sleep with so many thoughts plaguing. Great tale. I feel for the “supposed to be on the back burner” WiP vibe, too.
winner announcement
Week 634 Winner
Daelyn says: I really like the mysterious undertones that this ends on. The storyline leaves me with questions, but not in a way that makes this little piece of flash unable to stand on its own. It just makes me more curious for more. I’m also a sucker for fantasy. Excellent little tale.
Kerrigan hefted his obsidian greatsword onto its stand behind the throne. The youngest Unseelie King in history sank into his shadowy throne with a sigh. No Triumvirate was ever easy. There was one night left in this one. He was so exhausted; he didn’t expect its light to keep him up once his head hit the pillow.
He just needed the reports from his warriors and to reassign his forces, if necessary.
“Sire.”
Commander Sharp saluted from the entrance of the grand hall. Kerrigan signaled his commander to ease. No reason to stand on ceremony when they were both weary from fighting together for the last twelve hours.
“Is the next wave ready for tonight?”
Sharp’s subtle reticence instantly multiplied Kerrigan’ fatigue.
“Mostly, Sire. Morrigan is missing.”
Kerrigan’s squire wasn’t the best warrior in his army. Yet. But Kerrigan’s rest did hinge on her taking the field tonight.
“She’s probably gone to see her sister. Coordinate relief efforts with the Seelie Court, or some such.”
Morrigan would never disappoint him.
“No, Sire. It was her sister that alerted us. Morrigan left a note saying she means to depart The Green.”
Kerrigan groaned. The one thing Morrigan was less likely to do than disappoint him, was to deceive her sister. This timing unsettled him. She knew he couldn’t spare anyone in the next twenty-four hours.
“The Seelie Court have already dispatched search parties.”
That didn’t help him. Sleep would have to wait.
“I’ll have to lead her unit.”
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Congratulations TWENTY-SIX TIME WINNER David, and Honorable Mention Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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