Week 103 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales and a great turnout. 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 it was wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Lissa Matthews for judging this week. :)
Entries:
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Jeff Hollar | @Klingorengi
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- KB Gardener | @KBGardener
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- Kate Lipnitskaya | @gorgeous_jaan
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- John Kirk | @KirkProductions
- Jeremy Milburn
- Jeff Xilon | @JXilon
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Jeff Hollar | @Klingorengi
Lissa says: The sheer heart break. It was well written but could've been tighter and I'd have liked to 'see' the couple a little more completely. Overall, though... gut-wrenching.
KB Gardener | @KBGardener
I felt and saw her despair. Because of that I could overlook the spelling and grammar issues. I loved the feeling, the emotion.
Jeff Xilon | @JXilon
Lissa says: He simply made me want to know more, read more. He made me want to know what happened before, what led to that moment of exile.
Week 103 Winner
Lissa says: I could see them, feel them. I was right there with them and she told a full story within a full story. In a short flash like this challenge, that's what I look for. And she made me want more.
Caleb gripped Adele’s biceps and gave her a gentle shake. “Stop this. You need to focus.”
“I can’t do this. I just can’t.” Tears sparkled on her eyelashes, catching light from the full moon.
“You can and you will. We weren’t given a choice when we bailed from the plane.” He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her shaking body, absorbing her fear through his very pores. “We do this or die, Adele.”
She sniffled, brushing her face across his shirt.
“Great. Use me as a snot rag next time.”
She hiccupped. That was a good sign. He rubbed her back, passing his warmth to her. The desert night would turn frigid before dawn. He had to get her sheltered. And that meant facing her fears.
“It’s too dark. Too small.”
“I can see in the dark.”
She tilted her head to sneak a peek under his arm. “What about snakes?”
“It’s January, Adele. They’re hibernating.”
“What about coyotes? Or wolves?”
He swallowed his laughter, biting his lips in case she glanced up and caught his smile. He was the biggest wolf in the neighborhood.
“Ghosts.”
Caleb blinked at that. “Ghosts?”
“Yeah. Old, abandoned mine? There must be ghosts. Or demons.”
“Didn’t I mention I was a ghost hunter in a previous life?”
She laughed. Another step in the right direction. Demons, though? He wished Roman was there. Gargoyles hunted demons. He sniffed the air. No sulfur.
“Congress is in session. All the demons are in Washington.” He hoped.
Congratulations SIX TIME Winner Silver, Jeff, KB, and Jeff! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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