Week 118 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 for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Mardi Maxwell for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Wendy Strain | @WendyStrain
- Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Warren C. Bennett | @warrencbennett
- Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Mardi says: This entry was intriguing and it left me wondering what the two characters would do in the morning and what was going on.
Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Wendy Strain | @WendyStrain
Mardi says: This entry left me wondering
if the character Sue was a serial killer and what she was going to do
about the nosy neighbor Marjorie.
Week 118 Winner
Mardi says: Silver James’ entry was the most
intriguing. It left me wanting to know what happened next. Also, in 250
words she managed to give me a good idea of the two characters
personalities and how they were connected to each other and what
situation they were in.
The stench burned Meloni Karras’s nose. She wasn’t about to breathe through her mouth because she didn’t want that oily taste saturating her tongue. There wasn’t enough tequila in the world to kill that taste.
“What’s that smell?” She inhaled shallowly through the impromptu mask of her hand pressed over the lower half of her face.
“Scorched goblin.”
“No really, what is it?”
“Scorched goblin. Really.”
She glared at the very sexy man standing beside her. Nikos Constantine would make any woman’s motor hit the RPM redline. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“Miss—”
“Doctor,” she corrected.
“Doctor Karras, I assure you will know when I am joking.”
Mr. Macho, Muscled, and Mental ducked into a smaller tunnel. Mel had to follow. She would have serious words with the director when she got back to the CDC. She didn’t do field work. And she damn sure didn’t do it with hot-as-hades dragon enforcers.
“You think too hard, Doctor.”
Now the guy was a freaking mind reader? He chuckled and the sound washed over her like melted chocolate. Oh, now there was a thought—her dipped in chocolate and him licking her like a Tootsie-Pop.
“That can be arranged, Meloni.”
His gravelly voice rubbed her the right way, all the way to her toes.
“Stop.”
He did. And she plowed into his back, her arms circling his waist in self-defense.
“When I start, you will beg me never to stop.”
Now there was a promise she’d make him keep.
Congratulations SEVEN TIME WINNER Silver, Hunter, and Wendy! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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Thanks so much! Congrats to Hunter and Wendy and big thanks to Mardi! And as always, you, too, Siobhan for doing this every week. You rock!
ReplyDeleteSo much fun, Silver. Such a great prompt to work with, and so naturally used. I, too, want to know what happens next. :)
ReplyDeleteAlways a pleasure to participate! Congrats to Silver, Wendy, and Siobhan. Well done!
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