Week 132 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. Great thanks to Harris Channing for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Rafe Brox | @etcet
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Charles W. Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- Charley Emma | @Charley_001
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
- Even Sultry
- Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Harris says: First of all, let me say that I really enjoyed everyone’s entry. I read them as they came in and then reread them and as Siobhan knows I struggled with my decision. SO, I walked away from the computer and then let my mind wander. The stories that came back to me during my meanderings are the ones I chose. Thanks to everyone for allowing me the pleasure of reading your work. Keep writing.
Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJHarris says: He set a mood immediately. The darkness of the storyline and the female character’s fears were well conveyed.
Harris says: Even did a great job of description. He drew me in with his bored, jaded empress.
Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
Harris says: Sandi gets an honorable mention for the style of her writing and her gotcha ending. Yeah, I know…I didn’t see it coming!
Week 132 Winner
Harris says: Her snippet showed her characters personalities right away. The attraction, the tension and the excitement were all there. The writing was smooth and entertaining.
Something feral flashed in the depths of his eyes. She refused to be intimidated, stepping closer, crowding him and jutting her face to his.
“Take it back.” She issued the demand through gritted teeth.
She’d anticipated this would be his response. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.” Good god, did his nostrils flare? Was he…sniffing her?
“I speak the truth. You want me.”
“Do not.” Blood laced with adrenaline surged through her body. Fight or flight instincts roared to life. The corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk she wanted to slap off his face.
His arm snaked around her waist and pulled until she was pressed against his body. All of his body, including the erection jabbing against her stomach. Heat followed that adrenaline rush but she refused to look away.
“You are mine. Don’t fight me.”
What the hell? “This is the twenty-first century. I’m not yours.”
“You will be.”
She inhaled sharply and her aching breasts collided with his bare chest. His hips rolled and she wanted to match the motion. She stopped her reaction in the nick of time. “Let me go.”
Her heart skipped a couple of beats and she could almost feel her eyes dilate. The fight drained away as the instinct to run took over. She kneed him, escaping into the underbrush.
“Run. But know you’ll never be free.”
He was right. He’d hunt her to the ends of the earth..
Congratulations NINE TIME WINNER Silver, Charles, Even, and Sandi! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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