Friday, August 15, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 131 - Winners

Week 131 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. Great thanks to Layla Wolfe for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Alice Wilson | @Ali_OMalley
  • TwiAddictAnne
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil (prose)
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil (poem)
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Charley Emma | @Charley_001
  • Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
  • Louisa Bacio | @Lousiabacio
  • Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Alice Wilson | @Ali_OMalley
Layla says: Alice's tale about the smitten student for somewhat the same reasons—it just terrified me! What is she going to do next? How will she blow the whistle on the teacher?

Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
Layla says: Sandi's story also makes me want to know what’s up. Why are the kids there? What the hell is going on?

Anastasia Vitsky | @Anastasia Vitsky
Layla says: Anastasia's story of speed and bad impulse control also scared me into wondering what was going to happen.

Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Layla says: Hunter gets the award for the cutest, most poignant story.

Week 131 Winner

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Camera shy: Kelly Heinen
Layla says: This story about the drug addicted wife as the winner. I think everyone is terrified of being arrested—and being out of control or a slave to some substance/someone else is a close second. And I want to know why she towers over her husband.

All 6'7" of me towers over my husband. Tucked into a corner of the couch, blood dripping from his lower lip, his chest heaves with every breath. I rear my fist back, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed.

"Take it back."

He shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead. "No. You're using again and I want you to stop."

My fist slams into his cheek. "Shut up, that's not true."

I grab his phone, throwing it against the wall. He bolts from the couch, but I'm faster. I glare at him, spittle flying when I grind out my next words.

"I'm not using again."

I swing, connecting with air. The back door slams. I run down the stairs, the back door crashing against the house. The world spins for a moment before I spot him.

"Jack!" I roar.

Gravel flies behind my shoes as I run for him. Foolishly, I left my gun in my truck. Dirt filters through my nose and down my throat. Facedown on our gravel drive, a knee drives painfully into my back. The cold metal of handcuffs yanks my hands behind my back.

"I'm sorry."

Jack stands by as I'm dragged to a police car, the lights on top too bright. Someone in a brown uniform shoves me in the back. I don't listen as my rights are recited. I focus on Jack as another man embraces him. My head bows as one single tear rolls down my cheek.

Congratulations Winner Kelly, Alice, Sandi, Anastasia, and Hunter! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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