Week Fourteen of #ThursThreads had some great tales! Thanks to all who entered this week. I'm honored to see all of you and read your stories. And it was great to have some returning "faces" join us again. Huge thank you to judge Tory Michaels for reading through all of them.
- Nicole Wolverton | @nicolewolverton
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
- Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
- Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
- Maureen | @Emyrldlady
- Greg Nance | @acenance
- Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
- Kimberly Gould | @Kimmydonn
- Robert Mahone | @Computilizer
- Stevie McCoy | @theglitterlady
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Aurora Lee | @AuroraLee
Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
Tory says: He made me laugh, and the excerpt had the feel of a totally complete little story, rather than a piece of a bigger work. Well done, for 250 words.
Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri
Tory says: Totally captured what it feels like when you've got a monster dog with stinky breath. The last line was a perfect ending spot. I love sharp, witty dialogue, and that's what this entry had, even though she was talking to a dog.
Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
Tory says: I loved the fact that (as I read it) this was from a child's POV, and it really gave me the feel of what very young child might think on their first excursion into a Chinese restaurant.
Week Fourteen Winner
Tory says: I'm an old-time gamer/fantasy story lover, and this just really struck a chord with me. The description was spectacular, and he didn't force himself to rewrite things into a present tense, instead using the [was] to change is to was, nor did he use it incorrectly, as the only present-tense sentence in a sea of otherwise past-tense writing. I felt like I was in the chamber with him, and wanted to see what happened when he confronted the demon!The Start Of Something Bad
After the dust settled and the throaty echoes from the door being forced open had faded away, a profound silence filled the room.
The light, from nowhere yet everywhere, dimmed for a moment as if the room had been waiting impatiently for him for a thousand years.
He could hear the angry voice of the guardian trail away as the door closed itself, soon relieving him from the duty of listening to Trekmal’s continuous promises of death and disseverment for entering the sacred Temple of Afgranth.
The air was still and arduous to breath. Dozens of holes carved into the rough, brown, sandstone walls held urns filled with the remains of Kings. An ornamental necklace hung around the neck of each jar, just as it had once hung around the neck of the contained when they were alive.
Quiet as the breath of the dead, all light in the room joined around an large emerald polished smooth into an elaborated carving sprawled across the sand dusted floor.
A green demon ascended from the jewel as if it were climbing out of the pit of Hell. Its eyes burned red and the air from the thing’s maw [was] hot and sour. Once standing upon the floor at full height, the devil looked down at the boy and laughed in a voice much too sinister to be from only one soul.
With his wand clenched tightly in his hand, Alexander stood unwavering. He read the texts and the prophecy. He must win.
Congratulations Greg, Jeffrey, Lisa, and Ryan! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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