Friday, December 23, 2011

#ThursThreads - Week Two - Winners

Week Two of #ThursThreads was full of great stories! Huge thank you to all who entered during such a busy time of year. It was great to see all of you. And another huge thank you to judge Wakefield Mahon for reading through all the stories.

  • Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
  • Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
  • Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
  • Nicole Wolverton | @nicolewolverton
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Michael Kozlowski | @MAKozlowski
  • David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Jen DeSantis | @JenD_Author
  • Rafe B | @etcet
  • Nellie Batz | @solimond
  • Maureen Hovermale | @zencherry
  • Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
  • Greg Nance | @acenance
  • Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
  • @LupusAnthropos
Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions
Michael Kozlowski | @MAKozlowski
Wakefield says: "Letting the Converted envy my damnation." This story made excellent use of the prompt. The emotions of the narrator are palpable if disturbing. A very well written story.

Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
Title: Hunting For The Holiday Spirit
Wakefield says: Here is a wonderfully wicked story richly told blending the prompt naturally without affectation, again the arrogance of the main character and the darkness of his worldview is clearly and beautifully expressed.

Maureen Hovermale | @zencherry
Wakefield says: "Angel of Death" I loved the courtroom scene and the integration of the sci-fi and supernatural elements.

Week Two Winner

Wakefield says: This story told from the demon’s point of view took an unexpected turn.  In this anti-redemption story, the MC starts out good and becomes evil and somehow we are still cheering for them because we can understand their motivation. All of the stories this week were great but this one stood out.

In the hierarchy of the undead, I ranked below them all. I fed from the bottom rung of humanity, existing only by the grace and good humor of my more powerful brethren. It had been so for centuries, but it had not always been so.

My sin was pity. My brothers had set before us a feast of souls, all delectably rich and succulent. When my turn came and before me stood an innocent – a child – I could not. I would not. And so, cast down from my seat on high, I walked among the bedraggled masses. I was made to blend in, to pretend to be less than what I was. Meals were thrown to me from scraps left over from my stronger brothers, and only then when they remembered I existed. And I wasted away waiting for my redemption.

My sin—my weakness—haunted me, as did the child’s eyes as they took her away. I began conserving my energy, gathering strength so that I might one day be worthy to challenge the brothers who cast me out.

Then the damned would envy my conversion. Bottom-feeder no more, I would rule them all with inequity. They would feel the centuries of betrayal they had heaped upon me when I took my rightful place. Vengeance would be mine finally.

I would beat down the sin of pity within me. And her eyes would haunt me no more.

Congratulations Jen, Michael, Jeffrey, and Maureen! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :) 

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the stories here and I hope to see you all back next week for #ThursThreads! Happy Holidays. :)

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