Week 39 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. It was great to have our returning regulars and some new "faces". Great thanks also goes to judge Sarah Aisling for reading all the tales.
- Kel Heinen | @Aightball
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
- Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
- Cameron Lawton | @CameronLawton
- Tina Seeborg | @Tinaofborg
- Susan Hayes | @capricia13
- Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Megan E Clark | @TheWriterMegan
- Aurora Lee | @AuroraLee
Kel Heinen | @Aightball
Sarah says: This had me intrigued and on the edge of my seat. I wanted to know why he was such a loner, why he ran away, why he wanted his soul to rest. Most of all, I wanted to know how he knew where and when to meet his “savior.” A sad tale that leaves me wanting to know more, more, more.
Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
Sarah says: This little gem drives home the point that many of our lives are so interwoven with technology. It brought to mind how we freak out around my house if the internet goes down. It’s an important reminder woven into an entertaining little story. I’m headed out for a camping trip with my family this weekend, and this came at an opportune moment—a reminder to enjoy some face time, and I don’t mean on Facebook!
Susan Hayes | @capricia13
Sarah says: Don’t we all wonder what the afterlife will be like and if we’ll be reunited with those we love? It was as if we started out in gray and sepia tones and ended in full blown Technicolor all in 250 words. An uplifting treat.
Week 39 Winner
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
He stood still in this restless human sea, drawing my attention not because he acted differently.
Because he saw me.
I caught my breath, a holdover reaction. Humans needed to breathe and I hadn’t been human in a very long time.
He smiled, lifted his hand in a little wave.
My hand found my chest, right where my heart used to be, as if to ask, Me?
His smile grew and I wanted to cross the room. To say hello. He might hear me, too.
A pair of giggling women staggered through me, trying to hold their drinks steady.
“Whoa.” One turned, staring but not seeing me. Her gaze lifted to the exposed ceiling high above. “Must be an air vent or something. Felt like walking through a refrigerator.”
“Who cares?” her friend said. “I’m pretty sure tall, dark, and fuckable will warm us up. C’mon.”
They teetered along on their ridiculous heels… right to him.
Silly that it should hurt. Silly to feel anything at all after so long. Dead a century, but my soul lingered, hoping to connect.
He ignored them and walked toward me.
Congratulations FIVE TIME WINNER Cara, Kel, Wakefield, and Susan! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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