Friday, April 13, 2012

#ThursThreads - Week 18 - Winners


Week 18 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 new "faces" join us along with our regulars. Huge thank you to judge Mr. V for reading through all of them.

Entries:
  • Greg Nance | @acenance (first entry)
  • Kimberly Gould | @Kimmydonn
  • Eli M. Clark | @EliMClark
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Miranda Boers | @PurpleQueenNL
  • Susi Holliday | @SJIHolliday
  • David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
  • Greg Nance | @acenance (second entry)
  • Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
  • Jeffrey Hollar | @klingorengi
  • @LupusAnthropos
  • Nellie Batz | @Solimond
  • @Phoenixlavan
  • Jalisa Blackman | @J_M_Blackman
 Mr. V says: This was quite a lot of fun. I enjoyed reading your stories and it is truly a challenge to pick winners. I can see why you all have so much fun doing this.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
Mr. V says: The serious can of whoop-ass from Mark Ethridge’s prose was entertaining. Talk about a group of punks who need a final lesson on maturity and four big bad-ass Marines to hand it to them would straighten my ass up, too, if I happened to be stuck with these jackasses.

Miranda Boers | @PurpleQueenNL
Mr. V says: The Jaws theme started almost immediately when I began reading Miranda Boers’ story. It was fun and scary at the same moment. The start of the hunt but the question is what is doing the hunting? Was it were-seals or were-sharks or were-sea monsters or were-wolves waiting on the shore for easy pickings? Sound up the Jaws theme again because something is coming back to the sea to feast.

Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
Mr. V says: Man, you can’t fix stupid no matter how much you try, that is why I liked Charles Jones’ tale. Only stupid would bring one clip of ammo to go hunting zombies. It’s sort of like a geologist going in the field with a chisel and no hammer. (Sad to say I have done that). But what I liked at the end was the Shaun of the Dead humor, just can’t bring yourself to kill stupid no matter if it is the right thing to do. Who needs enemies when you have friends like these they’ll protect you long after you’re a zombie unless you come for a bite?

@LupusAnthropos
Mr. V says: For thinking with your dick, it comes down to Lupus’s story. The level of stupid any guy goes through to impress a woman never ceases to astound me. It was a great story.

Week 18 Winner


Mr. V says: The story is elegant. I love the depiction of Judgment and Death all rolled into one and it is a compassionate one. Death strolls along only attracted to violence in the world and what seem to be its more horrific forms. Judgment looks to protect the world from that violence. Bravo, I like it a lot and the new Spock needs to get a lesson from this guy. Nothing can impact its dharmic resolve.

I wander the empty streets. The dark and dirty alleys. Graffiti defaces a once beautiful mural of a dance troupe. They are now covered in phallic images and dubbed ‘The young, dumb and full of cum brigade’. This place is an urban wasteland.

I turn and drift toward the sound of violence. In a rotting gutter, two miscreants pulverize a vagrant with a pipe and a bat, laughing. The broken body is still, only jerking in response to the sound of metal against flesh and bone. I continue my approach, my torpid steps unnoticed. They finally notice me when I stand next to them, towering over.

“Whoa, where’d you come from, freak? And what’s with the costume? Look like a damn ghost!” He laughs and points his pipe at me, a menacing grin on his face.

“’Ey take that mask off!” The other swings at my head with grimy fingers. He pulls at my horns and my featureless face. “What the hell…? What are you?”

“Who cares, let’s beat the freak!” They strike me repeatedly, but I hold steady. The rage is deep in their core. These vessels are not redeemable.

“I am judgment.” I lift my lank, decrepit arms and tap their shoulders. Their inert bodies drop to the ground.

I turn away, drifting off toward the sound of violence.

Congratulations Phoenix, Mark, Miranda, Chuck, and Lupus! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here and I hope to see you all back next week for #ThursThreads. :)

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