Week 116 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. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Cassandre Dayne for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
- Jessica West | @West1Jess
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Sandy Lane | @sandyquill
- Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
Cassandre says: Poignant piece - a true reflection of life as we all feel, but are often times not willing to face.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Cassandre says: I immediately felt a passionate connection, a grasp of the incredible show. This one I want more of.
Week 116 Winner
The vein in her neck pulsed as she glanced around the darkened corners of the room. Alone, the feeling of being watched persisted.
A spider-web of sensation tingled against the back of her neck, and Kayla screamed, swiping at her bare skin. Nothing.
Marcus promised he’d meet her here at the abandoned house, but he promised a lot of things. Rarely, did they come true. After dating for two years, she should know better. Her heart ached, already knowing the decision needed to be made.
A creek of footsteps echoed outside in the hallway. The sound grew louder as the unseen individual got closer. Half an hour late; it was about time he arrived. She held still, waiting for him to enter with his excuses.
The doorknob rattled, and stilled. A huge thud pounded against the closed door, and another.
“Is that you, Marcus?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
Somehow, she knew it wasn’t. Whatever waited on the other side wanted her, and if she opened the door, it would have her.
In her back pocket, her phone buzzed with a text message.
“Just parked. Be right there.”
Her finger hovered over the keyboard, thinking of the last time he’d hit her, the blood filling her mouth, tart against her tongue. The threats to kill her if she ever left.
The old wood door creaked and strained against the frustrated onslaught.
She turned off her phone, and slid it back into her pocket.
“We’ll see about that.”
Congratulations Louisa, Olivia, Silver, and David! Don't forget to 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. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)