Week 75 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. Great thanks go to George Varhalmi for reading the stories.
Entries:
- Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Veronica Jordan | @RevolutionaryVJ
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Ryan Derham | @Ryan_Derham
- Kaylee
- Doris O'Connor | @mamaD8
- Imaginator | @theimaginator20
- SJ Maylee | @SJMaylee
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Teresa Cypher | @Teresa_Cypher
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Ruth Long | @Bullishink
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Teresa Cypher | @Teresa_Cypher
George says: Teresa’s story was awesome, I laughed my ass off. It’s the same kind of crap I give my beautiful wife and the same attitude she’d give right back. It is the kind of sarcasm that is playful without the backbiting. Give a little and take a little. Who knew a little ass could do so much.
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
George says: At first I felt a little lost as the conversation was going on I thought she was a captive. The ending was where I really liked it. Damn I didn’t expect her to be a zombie commander. It was a little shocking to see her picking herself up and piecing herself back together. He followed through with his order but his ass may be the last person she slays when she resurrects. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, in this case a zombie woman.
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
George says: At first I felt a little lost as the conversation was going on I thought she was a captive. The ending was where I really liked it. Damn I didn’t expect her to be a zombie commander. It was a little shocking to see her picking herself up and piecing herself back together. He followed through with his order but his ass may be the last person she slays when she resurrects. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, in this case a zombie woman.
Week 75 Winner
George says: I love Silver’s story, the emotion between the team members was cool. The imagery of the gargoyles both menacing and vaporizing when hit with the bullets was slick. Never thought of a gargoyles as a hunter rather more of a protector. Great twist.
Ignoring the steaming corpses littering the alley, Varad felt like
freaking Hansel—only the birdies obliterating this particular trail of
breadcrumbs were vultures and he wasn't hunting an old witch. He smelled
blood, tasted the coppery sharpness of it around the shallow drags he
pulled on his cigarette. His Gretel waited at the entrance. Sade
Marquis. FBI agent. Dead sexy. She racked a new magazine in her 9mm, the
metallic sound echoing. He'd already reloaded his specially modified
.44 Mag. If six rounds of HE didn't take down their targets, they were
dog food anyway.
He muttered, “Roman, you owe me big time, brother!”
He was only here because of his blood debt to Roman. Hunting rogue gargoyles was a pain in the ass. Literally. He rolled his head on his neck, vertebrae grinding like ancient granite. This whole fiasco had been the Fed's idea. A grating sound brought his head up. One idiot rogue tried to sneak up on Sade. Varad raised the Mag, squeezed. Acrid smoke from his cigarette danced with the fog crawling across the docks as powdered granite swirled and settled, just so much dust in the wind.
The bitch Fed glared. “I can do this. Alone.”
“Like hell. Roman’ll take my head if you get hurt.”
“I need one alive.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” A bullet whistled past his ear, ricocheted. He whirled but before he could fire, the gargoyle behind him disintegrated.
Sade smirked and holstered her weapon. “Or not.”
He muttered, “Roman, you owe me big time, brother!”
He was only here because of his blood debt to Roman. Hunting rogue gargoyles was a pain in the ass. Literally. He rolled his head on his neck, vertebrae grinding like ancient granite. This whole fiasco had been the Fed's idea. A grating sound brought his head up. One idiot rogue tried to sneak up on Sade. Varad raised the Mag, squeezed. Acrid smoke from his cigarette danced with the fog crawling across the docks as powdered granite swirled and settled, just so much dust in the wind.
The bitch Fed glared. “I can do this. Alone.”
“Like hell. Roman’ll take my head if you get hurt.”
“I need one alive.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” A bullet whistled past his ear, ricocheted. He whirled but before he could fire, the gargoyle behind him disintegrated.
Sade smirked and holstered her weapon. “Or not.”
Congratulations Silver, Teresa, and Sheilagh! Don't forget to claim your
badges and display them
with pride. You
certainly earned it! :)
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Awww. Thanks, George! Congrats, everyone! There were some great snippets this week so I'm doubly thankful. *happy dances*
ReplyDeleteNow I have to figure out where to use this scene! LOL
Definitely, because when I'm reading your gargoyle adventure, I'll be looking for it! :D
DeleteCongratulations Silver a well earned win loved your story.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations to Teresa for your honorable mention, and thank you George for mine.
Congrats, Silver and Sheilagh! Such fun! Your stories are wonderful and I'm honored to be in such company! Thanks for hosting this, Siobhan. It's a blast. :-)
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