Week 65 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 Scott McKinley for reading the stories.
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
- Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
- Kayla West | @bookwormattack
- Leigh Cramer-Espinosa | @GarfieldRollins
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- JM | @JMwandering
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- Grace Black | @blackinkpinkdsk
- The Imaginator | @theimaginator20
- Irene Constantine | @ireconstant
- Angelica Dawson | @AngelicaDawson
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Kirsten Arnold
- Dr Magoo | @drmagoo
- Veronica Jordan | @RevolutionaryVJ
Kayla West | @bookwormattack
JM | @JMwandering
Week 65 Winner
Scott says: It was well written and interesting. Being a former Special Forces Soldier and Bodyguard this one just stood oot fer me as I found it easy tae relate tae.
The fear wasn’t nearly as palpable as it should’ve been pressed flush against his solid form serving as a human shield. Under normal circumstances, if she’d been mashed against his wall of muscle, her rapid heart rate would probably be throbbing elsewhere, but these weren’t normal circumstances. Still, her brain seemed confused by this fact.
Cara was wedged between a metal shelf and Trey’s hard body—a body she’d eyed numerous times from a distance—in the middle of the QuickMart. She’d never seen someone move as fast as he had before the shots rang out. A muddled mess of panic and regret clouded her mind as she lay pressed against his back. Sixteen and never been kissed.
Trey signaled and she obeyed, shimming farther towards the back. Without a word, Trey had secured a position near the armed robber and delivered an effortless forward sweep, knocking the guy down and disarmed him in record time.
“You okay?” Trey questioned after the police arrived.
“Un-huh.” Cara’s eyes traced the too tight shirt stretched across his torso and swallowed.
“You sure?” He smirked.
Giving a shaky nod, her breath caught as his hand slipped around her waist to steady her; they stood toe-to-toe.
“Please, don’t look at me like that.”
“What?” she squeaked.
“That look—don’t, kid.”
“I’m not a kid!”
“Trust me, you are. If you weren’t, I’d gladly give you what your eyes are desperately begging me for. Nothing personal, kid.” He smiled and walked away.
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