#ThursThreads - Week 50 - Winners

Week 50 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. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And great thanks go to Cara Michaels for reading the stories. :)

Entries:

• Lila Shaw | @Lila_Shaw
• Sean Adams | @SE_ADAMS_ 
• Susan Hayes | @capricia13
• Kel Heinen | @Aightball
• Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
• David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
• Ruth Long | @Bullishink

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

 

  Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster

Cara says: What a creepy little story! You built the tension with the axe and the plotting trio, and I kept waiting for the whammy reveal. I’d love to see this developed with more about Abraham, Moses, and Kevin. Are A & M ghosts? Demons? Nasty imaginary friends? Tell me more!

Ruth Long | @Bullishink

Cara says: I didn’t get the zombie impression so much, but I could see it being there if this was fleshed out a bit. More important to me though, were the character relationships. Love the overprotective brother and the sister who secretly wants to leave. I hope she ‘mans up’ and tells him.

Week 50 Winner

Sean Adams | @SE_ADAMS_

Cara says: Without a doubt, this tale set the bar for me. The story needs no more than the 250 words to build a world and relationship filled with reluctant hope and fear of loss. The descriptions give a great sense of the loneliness the character faces in a wrecked world. The glimmer of hope and comfort represented by the dog  turns into a gut punch with the closing lines. “For some reason it feels like it would be harder to lose her if she had a name.” So sad and so true. Excellent work.

The nights are darker and longer now. The smoke and ashes block the moon and I can’t remember the last time I saw the twinkling light of a star.This journal continues to keep me sane and alive but my new friend helps as well.

I found her laying virtually lifeless under the wreckage of a school bus downtown, starving and eaten alive by fleas and ticks. She looked up at me, without moving, and whimpered. The mangiest mutt I had ever seen but the only living being around for miles as far as I knew.

We stayed under the bus for a week as I fed her canned meat from my own small rations until she could lift her head and eventually stand on her own shaky legs. I bathed her as best I could with the soot filled water from a puddle nearby. Trying in vain to give both of us some respectability but we both smell terrible. It’s ok though.

“You don’t hear us whining!” I yell out while rubbing her wet sides as she feebly tries to wag her singed tail.

She never leaves my side and I speak to her as if she can understand exactly what I am saying. I’m pretty convinced she can, at least on some level. I’ve been hesitating to give her name though.

For some reason it feels like it would be harder to lose her if she had a name.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll give her one. A good one.

Congratulations Sean, Mark, and Ruth! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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