Week 40 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 Karla Doyle for reading all the tales.
- Daniel Swensen | @surlymuse
- Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
- Nick Johns | @nickjohns999
- Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
- Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Susan Hayes | @capricia13
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Meredith Smith-Lane | @squee79
- Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Alex Bowman | @AlexBowman8
- Sarah Aisling | @SarahAisling
- Lady Bluestocking | @xbluestockingx
- Kel Heinen | @Aightball
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
Karla says: A super-close second-place entry here. Creepy and captivating. Again, if there had been more to this story (a lot more, please, I loved the concept!), I would have kept reading.
Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
Karla says: The second-to-last paragraph sold me on this piece. Disturbingly visual, but it totally hooked me on what 'more' could happen in this story.
Meredith Smith-Lane | @squee79
Karla says: A nice, solid take on the classic 'woman scorned' theme.
Kel Heinen | @Aightball
Karla says: There were some technical issues with this entry (punctuation, spelling, grammar), but the overall story and its depth of emotion made it one of my top five picks.
Week 40 Winner
Daniel Swensen | @surlymuse
"Do you feel that?" She ran the knife along his arm, scraping away the sulphurous crust of his trip back from oblivion. Beneath, his flesh was like oiled wood, warm and smoking.
His first breath rattled like pebbles in a bowl. His leap across the void had not been easy.
"Yes," he said. A chorus of miniscule creaks as he flexed his hand. "It seems silly to feel anything at all after so long. How long was I gone?”
She set the knife on the tray beside the bed, turning away to hide her regret. "Too long. I did the best I could -- it was difficult."
His hand found her cheek, turned her head back toward his. Inhuman fingers traced the newfound lines of age along her cheeks. "You did well. I knew you wouldn't forget me."
She tilted her head into his touch. "So what do we do now?"
He cracked a mannequin's smile, eyes gleaming in a bronze death-mask. His fingers closed around her throat, and she shivered with delight, caressing his wrist with her hand.
"We find the ones who did this," he said. "And we make sure they never feel anything again."
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