#ThursThreads - Week 101 - Winners

Week 101 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 folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to George Varhalmi for judging this week. :)

Entries:

• Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
• Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
• Cie Cheesemeister | @UndeadNether
• Silver James | @SilverJames_
• Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
• Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Charlee S | @Charley_001

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Charlee S | @Charley_001

George says: Waiting up for the magic to happen, can’t say I didn’t do that. Ha, who am I kidding, I did that too. Captured the passion of trying to stay up only to fall asleep yet have the wonder to try again next year.

Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan

George says: Fun story, haunting and creepy all rolled into great scene. Feel for his final decision and her sacrifice. He will be haunted for some time with her screams.

Week 101 Winner

Silver James | @SilverJames_

George says: Great story, felt his pain and regret for being injured. Regret because he couldn’t do the task without her assistance as he knew the doc was going to be scarred because she was the witness to the kill. 

“You can do this.” Duke felt her shift as her hair tickled his nose. She smelled of dust, sweat, and a sweet musk that tightened parts of his body he needed to ignore. Cory Prince was off limits. She was simply a tool—one he must utilize to fulfill his mission.

“They’ll be moving?”

“Yeah.” A delicate shudder followed his reply, and he felt it in his core. He didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to use her. But he didn’t have a choice. At least, that’s what he told himself. He’d been blinded in the explosion. And a blind sniper couldn’t take out the target. He wouldn’t get another chance. Cory would have to sight-in the scope. And pull the trigger. Duke refused to consider what this would do to the doctor’s psyche.

Cory stiffened. “There’s movement.”

“Ignore that. Focus on the vehicle. They’ll put him in the back. Find your mark, wait for the target to enter the cross-hairs.” He touched her shoulder and pretended her flinch didn’t bother him.

“What if I miss the shot?”

“Only time for one, princess. Just like we practiced.”

She swallowed a whimper but he recognized her distress. She tensed, inhaled, exhaled. Her finger twitched on the trigger. With the practice of a hundred kills, he slid his finger through the guard and pulled. The rifle bucked. “Confirm!”

“Target down.” Her voice broke, and shattered his heart.

“We gotta go.” No time for tears. Later. She could cry later.

Congratulations Five Time Winner Silver, Charley, and Rebecca! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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