Week 64 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales! Thanks to all who came to write yesterday. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And I'm delighted to see new writers stopping by. Great thanks go to J. Whitworth Hazzard for reading the stories.
Entries:
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Jeff Hollar | @Klingorengi
- Kayla West | @bookwormattack
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
- Leslie B Ramey | @LeslieBRamey
- Fraser McFraze | @FraserMcFraze
- Dr Magoo | @drmagoo
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- HL Pauff | @HLPauff
- Veronica Jordan | @RevolutionaryVJ
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
James says: Revenge. Who doesn’t love a good revenge tale where justice is dealt out by the wronged? Excellent tension and build, great finishing twist.
Leslie B Ramey | @LeslieBRamey
James says: An act of mercy or a cruel test of loyalty? You be the judge. Either way this tale packed a ton of well-crafted drama into a tiny word count.
Fraser McFraze | @FraserMcFraze
James says: Intriguing, sweet, cute, and prompts me to want to learn some spells of my own before my daughter starts dating. One of the only entries that didn’t weaponize the prompt and go for the obvious meaning.
Week 64 Winner
James says: Gut check time. This tiny tale had drama, intrigue, smarts, and heart. Post-apocalyptic tales often deal with this difficult moral theme, and Jeffery did it well. When you can’t save everyone, someone’s got make the tough calls.
Balancing The Equation
Jase had no need for his scope to see the puff of dust kick up. He groaned softly as he watched the rabbit scamper away, vanishing into the rocky landscape below. He wasn’t sure what irritated him most: the loss of much-needed protein, the expenditure ammunition or the fact Cale didn’t seem capable of hitting a damned thing he aimed at.
Not for the first time, the old drifter wondered if he’d made the right choice taking the kid in. In the apocalyptic wasteland the world had become, resources were few and diminishing rapidly. Finding enough to get by alone was a challenge. Adding an unknown variable into the equation for survival was foolhardy at best.
In this case, he’d decided with his heart and not his head. Leaving the boy alone and dying amongst the rotting remains of his family had simply not been something Jase could allow.
After two months, though, the boy had proven no help whatsoever and a more telling drain than Jase could any longer allow. He knew what had to be done and steeled himself before lying down next to the scruffy boy.
Placing a broad hand on the back of Cale’s neck he adjusted the angle of his head slightly. “If we’re gonna eat any time soon you gotta learn to shoot better, lad. Aim…like this. See?”
Before any reply came, Jase twisted sharply at an angle, snapping the urchin’s thin neck like a twig. Nothing personal kid, he muttered to himself.
James says: For your glorious win, you’ll be getting a copy “Dead Sea Games: Adrift” and “Dead Sea Games: Exiled”; episodes one and two of my zombie serial now out on Kindle and Nook.
Congratulations Two Time Winner Jeff, Robin, Leslie, and Fraser! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
Congratulations Two Time Winner Jeff, Robin, Leslie, and Fraser! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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