Thursday, January 1, 2015

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 149 Happy New Year!

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015!! It's Thursday today so get your flash ready to celebrate and write a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 149 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. If you're able to join us, we're here. Want to keep up each week? Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 149:

Hungarian barbarian, Mining geologist, and rockhound, George Varhalmi.

And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

"But it’s red lingerie.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!


  1. “You know that Jack the Ripper wannabe was reported out here.“

    “Quit whining, Joe,” Mike shot back as he clinked his small pick on the vein of quartz in the granite before them. “I swear, you’re the biggest bum ever.”

    Offended, Joe pushed himself to his feet and brushed grit from his knees. “I’m just sayin’. He could be here.”

    Mike wiped sweat from his forehead and jerked the pick over his shoulder. “Why don’t you go play guard, then?” Snorting, he returned to his work.

    He heard Joe huff off, boots slipping over the gravelly surface of the rocks. A brief breeze swirled around Mike’s neck as he shifted to a smaller tool to extract the quartz.


    “I’m busy.”

    “I found something.”

    “What, a squirrel?” Mike wrapped the crystal in a scrap of leather. Joe was a good drinking buddy, but—

    “It’s red lingerie.”

    “What the hell?” Mike pocketed the quartz and leaped from the rock to the ground, gathering his balance as he jogged to the copse of pines. “Lingerie?”

    Joe didn’t look amused; his face was pale. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Torn, looks like. Maybe some blood on the, the bra.”

    Mike swore under his breath. “We should call it in.”

    Joe dug his phone from his pocket, but he never got a chance to call. The man seemed to fall from the trees themselves, black hair cut close to his head, a knife in one hand. “Hello.”

    It was the last word either of them heard.

    = = =
    Word count: 250
    Sandi Layne

  2. She closed her eyes expectantly. Tim had been hinting about this for two months now so it must be something special. Then she opened her eyes into puppy dog eyes blinking worriedly as they awaited her response. Her hands timidly yet gently pulled aside pretty pink tissue paper to reveal her present. she smiled and thanked him with a kiss.
    "BBBut it's red lingerie" Tim whispered in her ear. Suzi grinned at his expression and whispered back "I'll give you your present later"
    For the rest of the day Tim sat dazed as he counted down the hours then minutes and seconds.
    Suzi watched the children playing with their new toys and sighed happily. Her family was growing again as she thought back to that first Christmas when it had all started with the red lingerie.
    Just then a raucous yell of frustration cut through a reverie and Suzi sighing as she got up to break up yet another sibling quarrel. Next time she ask Tim to buy blue lingerie!

    (170 words)

    1. Ha! Love this. It's so cute! :) Gotta watch that red lingerie...can be dangerous. :)

  3. It all began with a package at my door, if I had known the trouble it would bring I might have left it there.
    “This isn’t mine,” I claimed opening the package.
    "But it’s red lingerie and it’s addressed to you.” Sonja commented, “You must have a secret admirer.”
    “That’s creepy not cool.”
    “It’s free,” Sonja countered.
    But I little voice reminded me of the weird notes left at my door. The phone calls in the middle of the night. Sonja left and I headed to work forgetting about the package. Five o’clock came and I toddled off home. Stepping up on my porch I felt a hand place a cloth over my mouth and I knew no more.

    I awoke stiff and cold dressed in that red lingerie.
    “Do you like my present?” the voice of my boss asked.
    “Yes, it’s lovely,” I lied attempting to get up.
    “We won’t need these restraints then,” he said cutting them with a knife and setting the knife down on a table beside the bed. He kissed me. I pretended to kiss back while grabbing for the knife. I grasped the knife firmly planting it such a way, stabbing him through the heart, dead. The police are here now and I’ve explained all this. I still don’t know why I never saw his fixation on me. Free is not free! If I ever get a package on my doorstep again, that I didn’t order, I’m calling the police, you should too.
    249 words

    1. What is it about red lingerie that inspired our bloodthirsty muse, I wonder? :)

  4. Georgie’s fingers trembled, rustling the tissue paper filling the gold-foil box. Her throat worked, contracting as she swallowed. Her gaze barely lingered after colliding with his.

    Clay attempted to speak but words came out mangled, his voice a rusty saw on metal pipe. He cleared his throat, spoke again. “Georgie? What’s wrong?” His insides twisted as he second-guessed the gift. Maybe it was too soon. Or too forward. Or maybe he was the world’s biggest idiot. “Sweet pea?”

    Her fingers fussed with the tissue, shoulders slumped and chin tucked against her chest. “Why did you buy this?”

    Her question whispered from between chapped lips and he was torn between wanting to kiss her or passing her the water glass with the bent straw. “Because I wanted you to have it.”

    "But it’s red lingerie.” She looked up, her eyes holding some emotion he wasn’t sure he wanted to identify.

    “Red is your color.”

    The tear caught Clay by surprise. He settled next to her on the hospital bed, gathering her close. Brushing away the tear with a gentle swipe of his thumb, he kissed her forehead. “You are beautiful, Georgie.”

    She pushed against him ineffectually and the scarf on her bald head slipped off. “No, I’m not.”

    “Look at me, sweet pea. You will always be beautiful to me because I love you.”

    “Even sick?”

    “You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” He kissed her then, to prove his point. That she was alive and that he loved her.

    250 words on Red Dirt Royalty #3 WIP

    1. Oh, there's a painfully beautiful backstory here, I'm thinking. Just lovely.

  5. “What the hell happened, Felicia?” Nik followed the vampire across the club floor to the offices behind the bar.

    “To what are you referring, Master Canin?”

    The use of his Underground club name didn’t faze Nik in the least as he crossed his arms over his chest. He’d often used his size and mass to intimidate people in to telling him what he wanted to know, but this time it was defensive. Felicia was a Domme in her own right, and men didn’t frighten her.

    “I mean the stench of blood and bleach in the Underground and the presence of the police in Eve’s.”

    Felicia put on her stoic mask, one she’d perfected over the centuries, he suspected, and removed her robe. Under it she wore a small red lacy baby doll that hid very little and disguised nothing.

    Nik didn’t allow his gaze to drop even while his dick screamed, But it’s red lingerie, right there, where you can touch it. Women had used that tactic on men for millennia and he wasn’t falling for it.

    “There has been an incident in the Underground. It’s been taken care of, and Lady Aislynn is aware. The police are merely following up.” Felicia dipped her head and raised an eyebrow. “What’s your interest in it, Master Canin?”

    “This wouldn’t have to do with the disappearance of Mr. Richard William Johnson from Nebraska, would it?”

    233 ineligible #WIP500 words

    1. I like how you used the prompt as a little aside - not a plot point, but just an observation. Subtle and cool. :)

  6. Laying on top of a quilt made by my grandma was a tiny square of red cloth. On top of that was a tiny red triangle with leg holes and lace and on top of that was a tiny strip of red cloth attempting to pass itself off as a flamboyant bra. Biting my lip, I grinned.

    I walked out of our bedroom, dodging our dog who was snoring smack in the middle of the hallway. I had a feeling I knew right where to find my wife.


    "Yeah Cilla?"

    She was watering the vegetable garden. I turned off the hose as she walked to meet me, planting a muddy kiss on my cheek. I laughed and wiped it off.

    "What's with the red cloth in the bedroom?"

    Her face quickly resembled a tomato. "Uhm, that? Oh…that's..uhm, that's…"

    I nodded, trying not to giggle.

    "That's what?" I prompted. "Please tell me there's not another woman in your life, hon."

    Her eyes widened, even though she knew I trusted her.

    "But…that's…just…red lingerie."

    I finally laughed. "I know. Was it meant to be a surprise?"

    She examined her feet. "Yeah, for our anniversary tomorrow."

    "Well, color me surprised then."

    She finally laughed, shaking her head. "There's more surprise to come."

    "Not if you're wearing that," I laughed.

    She punched my arm. "Fuck you."

    I ran a hand over her plump left breast, the nipple hardening under my touch. "Tomorrow, love, tomorrow." I winked, then went inside, leaving my hot-and-bothered wife outside.

    250 words

  7. “You have to be kidding me.” Katie held up the flimsy piece of fabric, turning it this way and that. “I mean where will all my bits and pieces go?”

    Her friend chuckled, and nudged her arm. “I think the point is for your bits and pieces to be on display for your lover to see.”

    Katie pursed her lips and shook her head, the comfort and bland security of cotton underwear hard to leave behind, even for one night. “But it’s red lingerie.”

    Her friend laughed again. “Yes, good girl, I’m glad you know your color wheel.”

    “But it’s red lingerie. I’m Katie the Cotton Underwear Girl.”

    “And you absolutely cannot go into this date wearing granny panties. Now take this to the register and buy it.”

    Obviously her friend had much higher expectations for this first date than she had. She carried the scrap of lace and satin to the cashier, regretting the amount of money she was about to spend on next to nothing. The woman took it, ringing up the purchase, her face neutral, but Katie burned with embarrassment. The cashier left the lingerie on the counter while she dug a bag from beneath the counter with a brief apology.

    “Katie?” a soft voice questioned from behind her.

    Katie turned her head. Her stomach dropped to her toes. She stood face to face with her date for the evening.

    A sly grin curled the other woman’s lips. “And I had you pinned a cotton underwear girl.”

    250 words

  8. Hot Stuff
    A.J. Walker

    “Don’t forget the poppadoms and pickles tonight, love.” Jenni said, as she reached the front door.

    Ian smiled. “Forget, me?”

    “Yeah, you never forget anything.” She said, before leaving for work.

    At 11.30 as Ian supped on his fourth coffee of the morning an alarm sounded on his phone and a message popped up on his laptop. ‘Jenni’s Birthday!’

    “Bugger, never forget anything me!” Ian muttered. Still, the advantage of working in the city was emergency shopping.

    As he strolled around the department store at lunchtime his mobile pinged - ‘Get me something hot! Jenni x’.

    He thought it was fortuitous timing as he was about to walk past the underwear department and head to ‘House and Home’.

    He browsed around feeling lost for what felt like a lifetime before a young assistant came to his rescue.

    “She said ‘get me something hot’.” He said.

    “Ah! Something red then.” Said the assistant, knowingly.

    Ian picked something see-through then tried to describe his girlfriend’s size and shape by pointing out the differences between her and various members of staff. The assistant reminded him to keep the receipt.

    “Hi babes! I went out for a few drinks with the girls after work. Did you get me something hot?” Jenni shouted.

    Ian walked into the kitchen grinning. “Happy birthday! I bet you thought I forgot.” He handed her the plain brown paper bag.

    She peered into it, puzzled. “But it’s red lingerie. I wanted chicken jalfrezi.”

    Ian slumped. “Shit, I forgot curry night.”

    250 words

  9. #ThursThreads is now CLOSED. Thanks to everyone who wrote this week and I hope to see you next week. :)


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