Week 84 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 BA Tortuga for judging this week. :)
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Daniel Swensen | @surlymuse
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Jessica West | @West1Jess
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
- Dr. Magoo | @drmagoo
- Charley S. | @Charley_001
- Dr. Mike Reddy | @DoctorMikeReddy
- The Imaginator | @theimaginator20
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Cynthia Hudson Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
- Ben Miller | @NomDeBen
Cynthia Hudson Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
B.A. says: I can't resist a chick with a Glock. It's a kink.
Daniel Swensen | @surlymuse
B.A. says: I love a good creepy scene and this one's got a wicked hook.
Ben Miller | @NomDeBen
B.A. says: Took me back to my childhood and gave me a giggle. :D
Week 84 Winner
B.A. says: I chose this one because she managed to create a setting, a kick ass character, and a recognizable story in 250 words. I'd totally read this book. :D
The raucous crowd refused allaying. Demands of blood rose to screams for Jesse’s head as punishment for the crime. Six shots in the air from the judges’ gun got the crowd’s attention.
Jesse stared at his black clad executioner.
“Ya’ll know how this gon’ go, son?” drawled the old man as he holstered his weapon and glared at the crowd. Jesse glanced around and shrugged. Pinched and hungry faces stared back. With no money and no food, a grisly death rated high as entertainment.
“Yeah,” Jesse said weakly. “Stole water. Means the death penalty.”
The executioner mounted his horse and waved to the crowd. They roared back. The judge took out his gun again.
“One question,” Jesse said. “Do I get a head start?”
Laughter filled the air. The executioner shrugged and nodded.
The judge walked over and took off Jesse’s chains. “I’m sorry, son,” he said.
“Don’t be,” Jesse said. “I got him right where I want him.”
Confused, the judge stumbled back. Jesse turned to the city gate. He took a deep breath then sprinted for the wilderness.
Hoof beats drew closer.
Jesse ran harder. He stopped dead at a scrub of brush. Turning back, he smiled as a sniper’s shot picked the executioner out of the saddle.
“How much this one worth?” asked his partner, Grant, from the brush.
“Two mil. Dead or alive.”
“Let’s go home,” Grant said. “We can finally retire.”
“And do what?” Jesse asked.
“Let’s go home,” Jesse laughed.
Congratulations Two Time Winner Theresa, Cynthia, Daniel, and Ben! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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