Week Seven of #ThursThreads had some fantastic tales! Great thanks to all who entered this week. I'm honored to see all of you and read your tales. And it was great to have some new "faces" join us. Huge thank you to judge Nichole Severn for reading through all the stories.
Entries:
- Kimberly Gould | @Kimmydonn
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
- Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
- Stevie McCoy | @theglitterlady
- Nancy Porter | @ModernBard1024
- Toni Wyatt | @Toni1777
- Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- J. Whitworth Hazzard | @zombiemechanics
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- James Bambury | @James Bambury
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Aurora Lee | @AuroraLee
- @LupusAnthropos
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
J. Whitworth Hazzard | @zombiemechanics
Nichole says: It made me laugh and had great imagery.
Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
Nichole says: Made me laugh and one word: "Boobalicious" lol.
Week Seven Winner
Nichole says: First place had a great twist and a dark storyline that I love.
Bending over the prostrate body in the middle of the motel room, Detective Dufus looked at the markings on the woman’s neck. He looked over his shoulder at Commissioner Wellder.
“You’ll have to order a full investigation with this one,” Dufus said.
“As a matter of fact, we are,” Wellder said, turning away to roll his eyes.
“Looks like she’s been strangled.”
“Seems as if.”
“No doubt it’s a murder.”
“Appears so.”
“The person who did this must’ve really hated her.”
“Enough to choke the life out of her.”
“Do we know who she is?”
“You don’t recognize her?”
“No, should I?” Dufus asked, turning to look into the woman’s purple-black swollen face.
“Yes, I imagine you should.”
Dufus squinted his eyes and shook his head.
“Well, I don’t.”
“That’s funny. She’s your wife.”
“What?” Dufus looked at her again, scratching his head. As he brought his hand down, he noticed the marks down his arms. Looking up at the Commissioner, his eyesight grew blurry and he blacked out.
“Damn, Dufus. I knew he was having marital problems. Who knew he’d be such an idiot.” Wellder turned to his sergeant. “Splash some water on him and then book him.”
Wellder waited until the man had gone into the bathroom. He smiled, patted the belt he’d used, and pulled down his jacket.
Congratulations Toni, J. Whitworth, and Wakefield! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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