Friday, August 30, 2013

#ThursThreads - Week 85 - Winners


Week 85 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 Daniel Swensen for judging this week. :)

Entries:
  • Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
  • Cynthia Hudson Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Kathleen Magner | @kathleen_magner
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Jeff Hollar | @klingorengi
  • Ben Miller | @NomDeBen
  • Dr. Magoo | @drmagoo
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Ryan Derham | @Ryan_Derham
  • Dr. Mike Reddy | @DoctorMikeReddy
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig 
  • Terry Crouse | @ducknado
  • Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
Daniel says: These were all great entries, and I enjoyed reading each one. If I could give everyone an honorable mention, I would.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Cynthia Hudson Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
Daniel says: Cynthia's story was touching and poignant, with a great little emotional twist.

Jeff Hollar | @klingorengi
Daniel says: Jeff also gets an honorable mention, because I am a sucker for a good space opera vignette.

Week 85 Winner


Camera Shy for Dr. Magoo

Daniel says: His piece had some great tension, and then a body blow of a final sentence. Well done.

“Daddy daddy!” A blur of sandy hair, and my son flew past me, some wooden toy gripped in his short fingers. The toy caught in the Chancellor’s robes, and the man’s arm moved faster than I could have imagined, his hand locking around my son’s wrist, holding it tight. The Chancellor’s dark eyes bore in on my son, and the little boy froze, more surprised than afraid. Finally, his weighty gaze turned to me.

“How much is this one worth?”

“I’m sorry, m’lord – he meant nothing by it. He knows not to run in the shop.”

“Oh, I’m not angry. Boys will be boys.” He smiled, lips turning up in a grin which didn’t touch his eyes. “And I have a need for boys. You will be well compensated, of course.”

I tried to swallow, and couldn’t. A neighbor had sent his son to live in the castle, years ago now, and then disappeared himself one day. His shop was now boarded up. Most considered it haunted, and would walk circles around it.

It took every ounce of courage I had just to speak, and I had to tear my gaze away from his. “I’m sorry again, m’lord. He is not for sale.”

“Ah – so you will resist. I can just take him, you know. But I try so hard to be civilized.”

“Take him? But the king…he knows this shop, me. He wouldn’t.”

The Chancellor laughed, deep and dark. “King Joseph? You have no idea what he would do.”

Congratulations Two Time Winner Dr. Magoo, Cynthia, and Jeff! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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