Week 82 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. 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 welcome to the new folks who stopped by. Great thanks to Charley Descoteaux for judging this week. :)
Entries:
- Dee Little
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Dr. Mike Reddy | @DoctorMikeReddy
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Ryan Derham | @Ryan_Derham
- Jessica P. West | @West1Jess
- Miranda Kate | @PurpleQueenNL
- Miranda Gammella | @MLGammella
- Jeff Hollar | @klingorengi
- Dr. Magoo | @drmagoo
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Brandon Yusuf Toropov | @BYToropov
- C.A. Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
Charley says: First, Siobhan, thanks so much for asking me to judge. It was even harder than I thought it would be, which is pretty cool! 8-)
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Charley says: Fun piece with some great imagery (even if it did make me cringe and flash back a little)!
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Charley says: A fun twist, I love that all but the last sentence is dialogue. That’s not easy to pull off!
Ryan Derham | @Ryan_Derham
Charley says: Ryan, you finally told! I’m so happy to learn the truth about Julian and OMG, she jumped. . . if she’s not “one of them” she’s in a little trouble now.
Week 82 Winner
Charley says: This line did it: “Please don't attempt to engage my sympathetic side, because I had it surgically removed.” I laughed out loud, and after the crazy day I had, that was very cool. Plus, you left me with just enough information to get my head spinning with shaggy saber toothed plot bunnies fighting for the front of the queue!
"A Fate Worse than Death is Better than Dying"
Whoever she was, she had been medically trained. I'd given blood many times - civic duty and all that - but her handling of the hypodermic was exquisite. In and out with a quick swipe of alcohol. No venous bruising.
My silent captor slipped the rubber tube tourniquet through the arm restraint, taped some cotton wool over the puncture wound, then inspected her watch and made some notes on an Android tablet. A geek then. No iPad. Something to use to connect to her.
"Not an Apple fan then?" I smiled as empathically as I could, tied to a gurney.
"Please don't attempt to engage my sympathetic side, because I had it surgically removed. Now, I'm going to ask you for some observations as the injection takes effect." She picked up her tablet expectantly.
"You're kidding me, right?" I tested the restraints again. Still just loose enough to allow circulation, but little more. "What is it you've dosed me with anyway? Vampire blood? Werewolf spit? Radioactive spider venom? Super Soldier Serum?"
"Very amusing, Mr… ah… Carter," she scrolled through the data on her screen, "and uncannily accurate, if perhaps lucky in your deductions."
“You were right with one of your guesses, but…" she paused for effect, "that wasn’t really the worst of it.”
My grin dropped to the floor, and rolled away under the trolley somewhere. "Which… one?" I asked, totally sure she was not joking. I was not sure I wanted to know.
"Now, are you feeling any… er… ill effects?"
Whoever she was, she had been medically trained. I'd given blood many times - civic duty and all that - but her handling of the hypodermic was exquisite. In and out with a quick swipe of alcohol. No venous bruising.
My silent captor slipped the rubber tube tourniquet through the arm restraint, taped some cotton wool over the puncture wound, then inspected her watch and made some notes on an Android tablet. A geek then. No iPad. Something to use to connect to her.
"Not an Apple fan then?" I smiled as empathically as I could, tied to a gurney.
"Please don't attempt to engage my sympathetic side, because I had it surgically removed. Now, I'm going to ask you for some observations as the injection takes effect." She picked up her tablet expectantly.
"You're kidding me, right?" I tested the restraints again. Still just loose enough to allow circulation, but little more. "What is it you've dosed me with anyway? Vampire blood? Werewolf spit? Radioactive spider venom? Super Soldier Serum?"
"Very amusing, Mr… ah… Carter," she scrolled through the data on her screen, "and uncannily accurate, if perhaps lucky in your deductions."
“You were right with one of your guesses, but…" she paused for effect, "that wasn’t really the worst of it.”
My grin dropped to the floor, and rolled away under the trolley somewhere. "Which… one?" I asked, totally sure she was not joking. I was not sure I wanted to know.
"Now, are you feeling any… er… ill effects?"
Congratulations Mike, Kelly, Sheilagh, and Ryan! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see what line they take from this for next week!
I knew this one was a winner. Then again, all your stories are winners in my book. Congratulations!
DeleteCongratulations Mike and special thanks to Charley Descoteaux for his judging and congratulations Kelly Heinen and Ryan Derham
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Mike! Charley, thanks so much for your kind words! I didn't want to torture you any longer, lol.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, DoctorMike! Great tale :-) And congrats to Sheilagh, Ryan and Kelly! :-)
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