Week 110 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the new (to me) writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming. It was also wonderful to have some of my regulars come for the event. Thanks so much! Great thanks to Cathy Pegau for judging this week. Thank you all for participating in our Month of Love Event. Next week will be the usual #ThursThreads.
Entries:
- Rafe Brox | @etcet
- Sandy Layne | @sandyquill
- Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Kate Richards | @katerichards09
- The Imaginator | @theimaginator20
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- PT Wyant
- Anasasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
- Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Cathy says: Gotta love a good space opera where potential death, if not war, is averted. The acting captain has their hands full!
Kate Richards | @katerichards09
Cathy says: Gotta love a good space opera where potential death, if not war, is averted. The acting captain has their hands full!
Kate Richards | @katerichards09
Cathy says: While Angela's reaction to
her spouse being attacked is a bit cold, she did warn him. I laughed at
this one (hope that was the right reaction, Kate!).
Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Cathy says: Another one where I wanted
MORE. Who is this guy? How did he get to be this way? And why is he some
sort of vigilante? Great atmosphere!
Sandy Layne | @sandyquill
Cathy says: The "test ride" thing had me from the get-go, and the final line is classic. Fun piece.
Sandy Layne | @sandyquill
Cathy says: The "test ride" thing had me from the get-go, and the final line is classic. Fun piece.
Week 110 Winner
Cathy says: Great sci fi atmosphere and
tension. I wanted to know what had happened to the MC's ship and what
would happen next. I would have kept reading if it was a longer piece.
My parents had loved me.
Once upon a time, wish upon a star, and all that Old Earth fairy tale nonsense. I didn’t remember much—no names or faces—but I’d known love.
I’d crossed a galaxy to find its mark.
They’d left me. Why should I care so much why?
The logic of the heart sucked.
I found the ship in a salvage yard a parsec wide. The field of space litter stretched for light years across a pocket of starless space no one wanted. A shuttle fitted with an Alcubierre warp drive transported me to my destination in time to pound one Messier martini.
Spacer’s courage.
“You sure this is the one?” The shuttle captain gave me a cockeyed look. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, this here model is a classic. But she’s seen the final abyss.”
“The Shadow, right?”
“Ah—” He flicked through screens of ship registries. “Instated as Gaea’s Ark, Echo-Alpha-Five-Five-Victor in the Dark Speed Ages.” Translation: before wormhole travel became the norm. “AI transferred to the Shadow in—”
“That’s my ship.”
He flipped through data. “Registry says she got decommed twenty-two Galactic Standard years ago. You’ll be lucky if you can get the lights on.”
“I’ll call if I need you.”
Ten minutes later, I stepped onto the bridge of the Shadow, my rebreather the only sound.
|Voice print identification.|
A robotic female voice scared me damn near out of my suit.
|Voice print identification.|
“Uh—Bryant.” Please know me. “Raeythe Bryant.”
Congratulations ELEVEN TIME WINNER Cara, Kelly, Kate, and Sandy! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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