Week 89 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 CJ Ellisson for judging this week. :)
- Cari Oleskewicz | @carilynn72
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Lizzie Koch | @Lizzie_Koch
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- Terry Crouse | @ducknado
- Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Brandon Yusuf Toropov | @BYToropov
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Jeff Hollar | @klingorengi
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Brandon Yusuf Toropov | @ByToropov
CJ says: I was really intrigued with the premise and setting and would LOVE to hear why he killed the father and son.
Jeff Hollar | @klingorengi
CJ says: Sales Pitch: Perhaps it's because I was in commission sales for over a decade, but the idea of a negative (but truthful) pitch for a supernatural PI really got me smiling. The concept reminds me a little of the Dresden Files, which I adore.
Week 89 Winner
CJ says: In 250 words she clearly established genre, setting, premise, and feel for the characters and their situation. The reader instantly wants to know what lead to this piece and what will come after it. The resulting story promises action, adventure, intrigue, sexual tension, and possibly an epic battle of good over evil. Bravo!
“Record on: Processing Facility 963 on Planet Cromb. Captives usually struggle,” Sandra said aloud. “Subject 1586 seems to enjoy captivity. Standard integration methods have failed. Record off.”
He could be the one.
She could save him.
He could save the world.
Quickly, she checked her office closet. Her bolt bag was there - ready with everything she needed to escape. Grabbing it, she did a mental check: Data securely encrypted elsewhere - check. Boots for running – check. Weapons – check. Super-secret energy shield that protected two people and would deflect a nuke – check. Food, medic packs, blood stores, ID cards, money, and sundries packed away in a hundred different safe houses – check. Good breakfast and washroom trip – check.
Bag in tow, she went to the cells. She nodded to the well-bribed guards as they left for an “authorized” break. She had five minutes.
“Hello, Dr. McCombs.” The soft voice from the shadows tickled her ears.
“I know what you are, that you were hurt. You came here on purpose – to heal.”
“What do you want, Sandra? A tame demon for your war?” Blue orbs glowed in the dark.
“No,” she whispered, “A free Lightning Elemental to destroy all who oppose him.”
“Me: body and blood - for the duration.”
“I’m fertile – only woman in over six thousand kliks,” she said shivering. “You’ll have progeny.”
“Then, I can help you,” she heard.
Static electricity crawled cross her skin as the lights went out.
Congratulations Three Time Winner Theresa, Silver, Cynthia, and Jeff! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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