Thursday, May 30, 2013

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 72


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked and the second year of #ThursThreads flash fiction. So let's get started. It's Thursday again, and what should you be doing? Writing #FlashFiction, that's what! Welcome to Week 72 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Need the rules? Read on!

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt as written anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Pacific Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. ;)
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 72:

Cover model, IT guru, and Hot Mojave Knight, Scott Nova.

Scott Nova by Linda Greene

So now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“You’re just jealous.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck! :)


  1. “How can you read this? Don’t you feel your brain rotting and oozing out your ear?”

    “You have to be kidding. This is the best stuff I’ve ever read! It’s so hot!”

    “Hot. I think you mean shlock, right? You know this is the first BDSM ever written, right?”

    “Of course, but I mean, it’s iconic.”

    “Okay, I think I’m going to be sick. I don’t share your taste in music or movies either, so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but this is worse than that. Don’t you feel it’s beneath you? You can write better than that. I can write better than that.”

    “That’s it! You’re just jealous.”

    “Look, just because I’ve written and published some gay romances, doesn’t mean you can compare me to that. Plus, my stuff is artistic. That’s smut.”

    “Yep, jealous. Your precious Tomas and Darin aren’t as big as Christian and Ana so you knock it.”

    “Whatever. I have a list longer than your arm of good erotica and all of it has sold better than mine. It’s not jealousy, it’s...How can you read this?”
    “Like everyone else, girlfriend--a vibrator in one hand and Kindle in the other.”

    196 words @kimmydonn

    1. I, of course, meant it ISN'T the first BDSM. You all knew that. ;)

  2. “I’m going on a date with Colin.”
    “Please Cecily don’t go out with him,” I begged.
    “Because he’s not right for you.”
    “And who is? You, Stephen?” she laughed.
    Why did I love her and cherish her when she thought so little of me?
    “You’re just jealous of your twin.”
    “Of what, him?”
    She rolled her eyes at me. If only she knew about Collin and I. Collin had guessed my weakness Cecily. I had loved her for years but she thought of me only as a friend. I knew at times she appeared shallow and vapid but she wasn’t always like that. She needed to grow up, so she could think of others. Collin said she was perfect as she was.
    “I do love you Stephen, as a friend. I’ll see you tomorrow. I must meet Colin at the restaurant he’s coming straight from work.”
    Cecily then walked out the door.
    I felt the pain as he came. Colin my arch enemy was almost here.
    “Hello Stephen. Did you miss me?” I heard.
    “I think it’s time we settled this Stephen. Cecily loves me not you.”
    “She could love me,” I insisted.
    “Stephen... you’re not real you’re an illness. It’s time for me to put you aside and follow my heart. I don’t need you anymore.”
    So I’ve been consigned to Collin’s mind, but one day he’ll need me and then I’ll step out again with my Cecily. She’ll love me some day I know she will.
    249 words

  3. Tommy stomped his feet, and crossed his arms, “I’m going home!”

    Jill looked like her whole world was coming apart.

    Freddy shook his head, “You’re just jealous! ‘Cause Jill picked me to be her Daddy, and you to be her little brother!”

    “Am not!” Tommy glared at Freddy. “I just don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore!”

    Jill, sitting in her wheelchair, looked down at her lap and started to cry. Freddy glared at Tommy. “Now look what you did!”

    Tommy started to cry too. “But...” He shuffled from side to side on his feet. “I didn’t mean to.”

    Freddy nudged Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s OK. We have to be big boys today.” He smiled at Tommy. “Right?”

    Tommy sniffed, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Yeah. Big boys.” His eyes said, “I know what a big boy would do.” He put a hand on Jill’s shoulder, “Don’t cry.” He knelt down in front of her, took both her hands, and held them gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll be your little brother.”

    Jill sniffed. “You really mean that?”


    “Thank you!” Jill gave Tommy a quick, shy hug. Tommy turned bright red.

    Jill’s mother checked on them every now and then. Those boys were such a gift. Taking time to come over and play with Jill. They knew Jill’s cancer would kill her. But they still took time to play with her.

    Jill’s mother smiled, and looked up at heaven, “Thank you.”

    246 words

  4. I watched as my sister ate her third popsicle. I was a little jealous; I was limited to one per day except on my birthday and then I can have two. Considering my birthday is in April, popsicles don’t taste that great unless it’s hot out.
    “Why can’t I have another one?”
    “Because we have rules. Eliza’s just had her tonsils out and this keeps her throat from hurting.”
    “That’s not fair.”
    “You’re just jealous,” she whispered, grimacing dramatically as she finished the cold, blue treat. Her entire face was blue and dad didn’t even try to wash it off.
    “You can have another one tomorrow. Eliza needs to eat cold stuff to keep her throat from hurting. When you have your tonsils out, you can have all the popsicles you want.”
    Huffing, I turned and stomped outside. My other dad was working in the garden and I plopped down on the edge of the tomatoes. He glanced at me before he plucked a cherry tomato and handed it to me.
    “What’s wrong, Cilla?”
    “Eliza’s getting all the popsicles. It’s not fair.”
    He handed me the tomato. “Well, her throat hurts. Look at it this way: you get more chips.”
    Smiling, I stood and went inside, where my sister was sitting on daddy’s lap, reading a book.
    “I get more chips than you,” I told her, sticking my tongue out at her.
    Dad frowned at me as Eliza started to cry. Too bad for her; she’s hogging all the popsicles.

    250 words

  5. “You’re jealous.”
    “No Im not”
    “You are”

    It all started a when the children were sent out to play so their Mum could get the house spotless for the family’s visitors. What with the racket they were making she just couldn’t get on! They’d been playing for about an hour when they were surprised by the town’s football coach. “very good boys, I could use your skills on my youth team I’ll chat to your parents about a trial.” Six weeks after Tim, after training hard, had his first match. It went beautifully and Tim scored the winning goal. He was ecstatic and grew in stature.

    A couple of weeks of this and Sam had had enough. He had listened to daily comments and praise and he felt like yelling. It wasn’t as if Tim had liked football all that much to begin with and had only agreed to play for Sam’s sake. This that was when Sam got seriously into music. (later on became the winner of young musician of the year)

    Sam learned early what he was good at and learned to change his interests. Tim labored under the belief that he was good at music as well. Not really surprisingly he was never discovered. Almost a year later, after their 13th birthday, Sam decided he had to have a talk with Tim before he lost out on his football and the enjoyment as well. Tim unfortunately didn’t see it that way and took offence!

    (charley_001 (twitter) - words:250)

  6. “Hari! Rumor has it you’ve got a date tonight.” Penny Stiles skipped sitting and bent over the table in the nurses’ station to get in my face. “Spill. Who is he?”


    Her blue eyes popped wide. “The slightly creepy, yet oddly hot guy from the morgue?”

    “Is there another man bearing the name of an antique farming tool around here?” I leaned back to put some distance between us. She’d been near blood recently, the scent clinging to her skin like a delicate perfume. An ache started in my belly and rolled like fire into my throat. Grinding pain radiated through my jaws as my teeth reshaped. Sharpened.

    “More like the Grim Reaper.” Her feet bounced on the linoleum as she danced in place. “How apropos, right? Morgue? Reaper?”

    “Yeah, I get it.” Thoughts of tall, slender Scythe, his true nature humming just beneath the skin, calmed the hunger. “You’re just jealous.”


    “I have a date and you don’t.”

    “Please. I have no desire to shag a dog.” Penny’s butt wriggled in the air. “Doggy style, yes. Four-legged and furry, no.”

    “I said a date, not a hookup.” My brows crept skyward. “And he’s a Lycan. Not a dog.”

    “Um, same difference.”

    “Hari.” Scythe’s cool greeting had Penny standing straight, cheeks stained crimson. “Penny.”

    He poured a cup of coffee with a nod of thanks and a shadow smile for me.

    “God, he’s hot.” Penny let out a huge breath and faced me. “You’re right. I’m totally jealous.”

    250 words

  7. “This is Bitsy. She’s the lead mare of our pony herd.”

    Bitsy’s ears flagged forward and she lifted her little muzzle to investigate Lindy’s offering.

    “Lead mare? Does that mean she keeps everyone else in line?”

    The cowboy grinned. “Sure does.”

    Lindy turned her gaze back to the little horse, trying not to enjoy the cowboy’s attention too much. He’s a youngster! He was probably learning to walk when I was in high school. But she couldn’t quite make herself walk away. It would be rude.

    Another pony, this one chestnut, nosed his way toward them, and the little mare laid back her ears, snapping at him. The chestnut dodged and ignored her, sniffing at Lindy.

    “Hey now, Bitsy, it’s all right to share. Thor doesn’t mean anything by it.” He ruffled the mare’s little ears and she nosed him for more treats. “You’re just jealous of all the attention from this lovely lady, aren’t you?”

    Lindy smiled at the compliment and patted the little chestnut as she fed him a bit of apple. He plucked it from her hand with dainty motions of his lips and crunched on it happily with his eyes closing to half-mast.

    “He looks like he’s really enjoying his apple.”

    “Is that not always the way when a woman offers the fruit of knowledge to a male?”

    Lindy’s heartbeat sped up at the sultry Russian accent and she looked up at the sexy cowboy from the bar last night. Sweet glory, he takes my breath away even in daylight!

    250 ineligible #WIP500 words

  8. Missy Spurlocke perched at a table surrounded by sorority sisters. Little Texas girls wanted to grow up to be Missy. Perfect blond hair, perfect skin, perfectly perky. Homecoming queen, fraternity sweetheart, cheerleader. As the lone brunette in a land of big-haired blonds and bigger boobs, I hated her guts. She could work her way through a crowd of men like a starving chipmunk looking for Magic Nut Dust(tm). She waved me over. Like an idiot, I went.

    “Want to bet I can pick him up and you can’t?” She nodded toward the gorgeous guy sitting at the end of the bar. Heads swiveled. He was hot. Chiseled. Rugged. Hard bodied.

    I shook my head. It was a sucker bet.

    “C’mon, Sade. You’re just jealous.”

    I got points for not bitch-slapping her. I wasn’t jealous. Much. I eyed the guy. “A hundred says you can't. Two hundred says I can.”

    “You're on.” Missy bounced down the bar. Literally. The front of her sweater looked like two balloons on a windy day. She brushed her chest against the guy's arm and simpered. “Just call me milk. I'll do your body good.”

    His head turned. I could almost hear the bones grinding in his neck. He stared. Missy licked her lips nervously.

    “I don't drink milk.” His voice sounded like ground granite. He pulled me to his side. “But I do eat brunettes for dessert.”

    About that sucker bet? Yeah, I was glad to see Roman, my favorite gargoyle, slumming with the mundanes.

    250 words (getting me back in the mood for my WIP)


  9. Breakthrough

    My fingers flew over the keyboard, creating entire worlds with complex code. Matthew looked over my shoulder, eyes flicking rapidly, as he, too, saw the scenarios.

    "I can't believe Sasha gave you this cherry assignment."

    I shrugged, not bothering to look him in the eye. Or, more accurately, not daring. His blond hair fell over one eye, and no amount of finger-raking would ever keep it in place. Didn’t stop him, though. He leaned closer, giving me a whiff of bergamot, amber, and something sharp I couldn’t identify. The mixture was an intoxicating addition to an already irresistible package… Yeah, not thinking about the package at all. Code. That was what I needed. More and more code.

    “Hold on,” he said. His voice vibrated, setting of a series of shivers I prayed he didn’t notice.

    My hands stilled. “Did I screw up?”

    “No, not exactly. In fact, I think you just did something brilliant.”

    My heart beat faster. Matthew did not praise lightly.

    “Jax, come look at this.”

    “Working!” Jax snarled. He was ever so pretty, but a complete troll.

    “Yeah, well, stop for a second. You need to see what Mickey’s done.”

    With heavy sigh, Jax rolled his chair next to mine. For a fraction of a second, his eyes widened. “Okay, I’ve seen. No big.”

    Matthew chuckled. “You’re just jealous. That, right there? That’s bank.” Without warning, he kissed me on the cheek. “I’m off to tell Sasha her wonder girl just changed the face of gaming.”

    250 words

  10. Trade route to the foothills

    “You’re just jealous.”

    “Of what? You’re a jack of all trades, master of none. Where’s your direction? What’s your passion in life? And don’t say me, that’s taken for granted.”

    “You’ll see Maya.” Amadeo replied steadily.

    That conversation took place nearly a year and a half ago, a full year before the Abatement had changed their lives and sent them on the road in their wagon. Since then, Amadeo obtained business qualifications, and used his knowledge of tongues to become a reputable tradesman. He knew the way to the foothills, and onwards into the Western Reaches, towards Zenith.


    98 words

  11. “My dad can knock your dad out!”

    “My dad can knock your dad out first.”

    It had been one of those days; boys in the playground asserting their masculinity through their fathers eyes. Glad for the holidays, Gavin started as he meant to go on; a pint of larger as he waited for Zara.

    “I’m telling you, I pulled Bianca just like that.”


    “You’re just jealous! She’s well fit and wouldn't look twice at you mate.”

    Gavin sighed. It seemed boys never grew out of their jealousy. He was relieved he had; confident in his own skin, a beautiful wife and six weeks off for the summer. He ordered another pint and Zara’s favourite as she walked through the door. His pulse raced watching her saunter in; smoky eyes set on him, swaying her hips in skinny jeans. He smiled but it soon faded when the men at the bar wolf whistled.

    Zara directed a sweet smile their way; Gavin clenched his fists.

    “I wish you wouldn't encourage them Zara.”

    “It’s harmless Gavin. I’m sure girls eye you up.”

    “No. They don’t!”

    “I think you’re just jealous, wanting some attention yourself,” she teased, ruffling his hair. He gripped her wrist, fixing a stony stare. “Gavin, calm down. It’s not a contest for crying out loud.”

    He loosened slightly, giving a warning glance to the two men. He wasn't jealous; he just liked control and needed to teach Zara a thing or two about it.


    Sorry for the oh so British banter to my American friends/readers. Translation on request lol. xx


  12. Job's Done

    Jen spat blood and tested the links that chained her to the chair. She made a show of running her tongue over her teeth to test their looseness. She looked up to her captor who readied to deliver a second blow.

    “You will die tonight,” the vampire spat. The creature made a show of descending her fangs. Jen rolled her eyes.

    “Sophie? You know,” Jen said casually, “That trapping me in my own home was a bad idea right?”

    “I will feast on your blood. Tomorrow, I’ll bring your corpse to master as a prize,” Sophie purred as she rocked Jen’s body with another punch.

    “Your Master?” Jen wheezed as she glanced as the clock and the shuttered windows. “Venari? That’s what this is all about?” Blood dribbling from her nose, she laughed weakly. “Jeez. You’re just jealous! Wow! Look lady, he came to my house to order a hit not hit on me.”

    “You’re an assassin?” Sophie asked with a laugh. “A puny human like you?”

    Jen joined her in laughter as she watched the clock. A faint alarm went off in another room. Jen continued to laugh as the shutters opened automatically and daylight poured into the room. She giggled as the vampire went up in flames.

    Jen twisted her wrist and slipped out of the chains. Getting up, she wiped her nose on her sleeve and dug her cellphone from her purse at the front door. She dialed quickly and smiled when the line connected.

    “It’s done.”

    250 Words without title
    Theresa Breaux

  13. #ThursThreads is now CLOSED. Thank you to everyone who wrote this week and I hope to see you next week. :)


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