#ThursThreads - Week 95 - Winners

Week 95 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 it was wonderful to have some new faces. Welcome! Great thanks to Courtney Sheets for judging this week. :)

Entries:

• Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
• Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
• Greg Nance | @acenance
• Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
• Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
• Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
• Silver James | @SilverJames_ 
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
• David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
• Stacey Greene | @RoryBrazen

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Cara Michaels | @caramichales

Courtney says: I enjoyed the playful nature of the segment and I'm a hard sell on werewolves. It was fun to read and made want to know what happens next.

Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
Courtney says: I enjoyed the underlining angst and subtle ness to the segment. I felt there was so much more to explore with that one.

Silver James | @SilverJames_
Courtney says: I loved her hard-as-nails heroine who faced down this creature who once was obviously her love. I would love to what comes next and how she saves him from this fate

Week 95 Winner

Greg Nance | @acenance

Courtney says: I enjoyed how in such a short allotment of words he was able to create an entire world. The descriptive nature of the segment really painted picture in my mind. Also I liked how the prompt use felt organic and not forced into place.

Perfect Circle

I quietly gazed out the window across the hazy shades of the garden that we once cared for as one. Flowers once bloomed brilliant blues and reds and heavenly white from nothing more than our love and care, but the lilies are all faded, the ‘bells are dead and the roses weep crimson upon the walking stones.

The birds no longer sing happy melodies from the trellis gate, but now hop quietly across the ground preying on the innocent and ignorant. Our sanctuary is a grey shade of death, maligned with hate. I killed the flowers. Their beautiful blooms were my casualties as their stems stand as a legion of corpses from my uncaring and disregard.

The bottle tastes good. It always does, now. A smile twists its way upon my face, but not everything to smile about is nice. The keys in my pocket carry me away. I see the ironic headline in tomorrow’s paper in my head, “Drinking Driver Kills Drunk Driver Who Killed His Wife.”

Clanging keys against my bars wake me from my dream. My past. “Get up, prisoner. It’s moving day.”

Glaring through groggy eyes, I ask, “Moving where? This place is mine.”

Without a word, the guard opened the door and dragged me toward death row. Finally, an end I could live with.

Congratulations Three Time Winner Greg, Cara, Sandra, and Silver! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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