#ThursThreads - Week 109 M/M Theme - Winners

Week 109 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 Liz Borino for judging this week. And next week culminates our month-long Month of Love Themed #ThursThreads Event. Sci-Fi is next week, bring us your out-of-this-world tales.

Entries:

• Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
• Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
• Anasasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky 
• Dianne Hartsock | @DianneHartsock
• PT Wyant
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
• Charley Descoteaux | @CharleyDescote
• Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
• Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
• Nellie Batz | @solimond
• Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
• Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
Liz says: Louisa Bacio because of the realism she portrayed. When making a major life decision like proposing, people often do act differently, maybe even withdraw a bit.

Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky

Liz says: Anastasia Vitsky's characters always have a way of touching me and this flash was no different. The love between the son and the father that transended stress of the father's day to day living was incredible.

Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM

Liz says: Hunter Frost because the emotions fear, love, and understanding were so clear, I had tears in my eyes.

Week 109 Winner

Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider

Liz says: We all know the appeal of the bad boy and I loved that she acknowledged the indecision.

Nighttime Stroll

“Trust me.”

I’d heard that one over and over again, and every time I’d fallen for it and every time I’d been sorry. I couldn’t help it though. I was a sucker for a pretty boy with a bad haircut and tight leather pants. I sighed and straightened my tie.

“Why should I?” My voice came out shakier than I meant for it too. He grinned at me, a lock of ebony hair falling over one piercing blue eye.

“Cause I said so.”

I wondered again how old he was. It was hard to tell. His smooth pale skin was unlined but he moved with a grace that came from years of practice. With another sigh, I nodded and let him take my hand, leading me down the street. The sounds of the club receded in the distance and there were more shadows than streetlights the farther we got. I was just getting ready to say I was going back, when he pulled me into the deepest patch of shadow yet, and his cool lips found mine.

I gasped, a soft moan escaping me as he kissed me deeply, then I felt his mouth slide further down to my throat. He was holding me tightly to his trim body.

“Your heart is pounding so hard Paul…” he murmured. “So wonderful.”

I realized that I’d never told him my name and then the sharpness of fangs pierced my jugular.

Congratulations Two Time Winner Robin, Louisa, Anastasia, and Hunter! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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#ThursThreads - Week 57 - Winners

Week 57 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales! Thanks to all who came to write in the second year of the challenge. I'm honored to see all of the returning and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And it was also great to see some new 'faces' joining us. Great thanks go to Hennessee Andrews for reading the stories. :)

Entries:

• Laurie Sorensen | @LaurieSorensen
• Raven McAllen
• Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
• Stephen James Lock | @hackerverse
• Jeffrey Hollar | @klingorengi
• Rebecca Brennan | @bexbrennan
• Doris O'Connor | @mamaD8
• Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
• Dr. Magoo | @drmagoo
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Rebecca R Kovar | @RRKovar
• Mary Papas | @MaryPapas2
• Kayla West | @bookwormattack
• Nellie Batz | @solimond
• David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
• Greg Nance | @acenance

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

 

Rebecca R Kovar | @RRKovar

Hennessee says: Wow, I was drawn like a moth to a flame. Who was he trying to kill? And why was the victim coming back? My mind churned the words through my head as I read, wanting so badly to know who these men were and what could drive them to where they had arrived. I gasped when the father asked if he should raise the mother’s spirit. Who can do that? And what power is he capable of beyond that? A war is coming, because of the birth of the son. Wow, he must be spectacular. Where’s the rest of this story? I want more.

Stephen James Lock | @hackerverse
Hennessee says: Chills. I found myself rereading to understand the depth of the story. The hats we wear are varied. Inner turmoil combined with anger can shape our view, our perception, and how we cope with memories. To me, this story is about saying goodbye, not to someone different, but the soul left behind.

Doris O'Connor | @mamaD8

Hennessee says: Mmm, I could sense the deep level of love, yet swirling anger. A decision made with repercussions tearing at the heart and soul those involved. Life or death? In this scene, both seemed equally wounded, but only one decision offered solace.

Week 57 Winner

Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider

Hennessee says: The story is gripping, emotionally grabbing interest of the reader while using wonderful imagery. Immediately, I could see the man. I could imagine the little girl next to him, so curious and innocent. The pain of speaking of the past while looking at the stark reality surrounding him was moving. This captured my imagination and took it to a place I hope to never see.

Before First Contact

“Tell me what it was like again,” the little girl begged the old man. She sat at his feet, looking up into his weathered face in the firelight, her eyes wide. He rubbed his calloused hands together, not looking at her at first, until she tapped his knee lightly and said “Gruppa, please?”

His worn blue eyes rested on her bright face for a few moments, and he frowned slightly. “What good does it do?” His tone was short, but he softened as her eyes shone with unshed tears. He knew what good it did. For a little while it took away the sadness and fear, and gave her something else to think about.

“Alright,” he said, gently smoothing her long auburn hair. She leaned against his leg and made a little sound of pleasure as he began speaking.

“Didn’t use to be a war, you know. Back in the day, the air was clear and the sun shone most days. People walked around and went wherever they liked, and no one gave ‘em no never you mind. You could read what you wanted, think what you wanted. Marry who you wanted. Live where you wanted…”

Sometimes he hated remembering, for it seemed like only yesterday that the world had been the way it was in the stories he told her. Before the ships came. Before First Contact. The world had rejoiced…for about a week. Then nothing was ever the same again.

Congratulations Robin, Rebecca, Stephen, and Doris! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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