Friday, April 20, 2012

#ThursThreads - Week 19 - Winners

Week 19 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 Beverly Preston for reading through all of them.

  • Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Eli M. Clark | @EliMClark
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • A. Barnett | @AuthorABarnett
  • Leslie B. Ramey | @LeslieBRamey
  • @Phoenixlavan
  • Nancy Porter | @ModernBard1024
  • Nellie Batz | @Solimond
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Angelica Dawson | @AngelicaDawson
  • Jalisa Blackman | @J_M_Blackman
  • Aurora Lee | @AuroraLee
  • Sam Webb | @sammyjwebb

Beverly says: When Siobhan asked me to judge Thursday threads, I didn’t expect it to be such a difficult task, but this was not an easy job! I loved all the stories and thoroughly enjoyed the challenge.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
Beverly says: I guess I have a weak spot for a bad-ass killing machine sweet enough to take his daughter for ice cream.  Private Quinn’s report left me wanting more of the silver-tongued smile.

Beverly says: Normally this thread to be way outside my typical read, but he had me at featureless face and shaggy white robe. I want to know the young one’s reply.

Leslie B. Ramey | @LeslieBRamey
Beverly says: This story made me feel like I was standing in the stone room right beside Mikhail and wanting to wipe away his tears of sorrow.

Week 19 Winner

Beverly says: I loved this Thursday thread. The descriptive journey captured my attention and I connected with the characters from the moment Kat reached for Ryan’s fingers. Bravo! I would read this novel!

The guards marched us through the woods. My fingers brushed Ryan’s, but I resisted the urge to grab hold and never let go.

The wild beauty of the world gave way to an unexpected sight. The ground fell away, scooping down into a deep valley. Unlike the rest of this world, technology in abundance rested here. The wreckages of countless ships filled the floor of the valley, sinuous twists and ragged tears of metal twining together.

“What is this place?” Ryan wore the same expression of shock I felt.

“I—” I half shrugged with a shake of my head. “I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

The flat of a spearhead smacked against my shoulder.

“Yeah, okay,” I groused. “I’m going.”

Ryan bristled but wisely kept anything more overtly challenging to himself.

We hiked down the valley wall via a well-used trail. Someone—maybe several someones—came to this place regularly enough that nature had not reclaimed the path.

The ships had been here a long time and up close the ravages of time were readily apparent. Vines climbed over and through the wrecks. Waist high grass and brush seemed to slowly devour the interloping carcasses.

“Kat, check this out.”

A weathered plaque stood at the end of the trail.

Curious, I read the words on the plaque.

The honorless sons and daughters of the sky have fallen, brought low by pride and treachery. These vessels are not redeemable.

We live here.

They die here.

Congratulations Cara, Ryan, Phoenix, and Leslie! 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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