Friday, April 12, 2013

#ThursThreads - Week 66 - Winners


Week 66 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 Cara Michaels for reading the stories.

  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Nanette Pitts | @nanettePITTS
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
  • Dr Magoo | @drmagoo
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
  • David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Grace Black | @blackinkpinkdsk
Cara says: Overall, I was a bit disappointed to see so many writers take the YA teen angst route with the prompt. I confess I’d hoped to see folks stretch the idea in new directions and uses. Also, I can’t stress enough, though this is flash fiction and just a fun moment of writing for some, it’s no time to be a lazy writer. Punctuation, spelling, tense, and POV errors left a lot of folks out of the running in just a sentence or two. Flash fiction is a wonderful opportunity to strengthen your writing… use it wisely!

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions
Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
Cara says: Mark, you gave another fun take on the teen theme. Give me a little more action (and interaction) over exposition, rework some of the passive language, and this is a winner. The mating rituals of your future society make me weep for the world. ;)

Week 66 Winner

Cara says: Doc, your story made me LAUGH. OUT. LOUD. What a fun take on teen angst across species. There is a heavy reliance on passive language (was / that), but the story is well told and full of humorous turns. The details of your world made the story stand out. I wish all the guys “phosphored” when I walked by!

“What’s bothering you, honeybucket?”

“Is there something wrong with me, mom? Sally was saying that I was still a baby because my ooze hadn’t turned pink, and that no boy would ever mix ooze with me.”

Mom slithered over to me. Oh, how I wanted to be like her – her ooze was such an iridescent pink that it glowed in the dark. She was the most beautiful gelatinous cube in the kingdom – it was almost awkward the way all the guys phosphored when they saw her. She pressed up against me and shared her warmth the way she had when I was a little cube, but I didn’t want to be reminded that I still wanted her to take care of me.

“I thought that might be it. I know it’s hard, but don’t worry too much – my ooze didn’t turn pink until I was eighteen, and you’re only sixteen…”

“And never been kissed! Not even once!”

“But honey – you don’t have a mouth.”

Congratulations Dr. Magoo and Mark! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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