Friday, January 9, 2015

#ThursThreads - Week 150 - Winners

Week 150 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories, especially on a holiday. It was so nice to see so many of you this week and new folks. Welcome! Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Angela Quarles for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Anne | @TwiAddictAnne
  • Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
  • Josh Peters | @josbgosh
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Veronica Jorden | @RevoltionaryVJ
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Margo Bond Collins | @MargoBondCollin
  • Charley Emma | @lindorfan 
  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Cate Durham | @Cate_Durham
  • Even Sultry | @EvenSultry
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Silver James | @SilverJames_
Angela says: Like Veronica, she used dialogue and description to do double and triple duty and I got a great sense of character and backstory in this short serving of flash fiction.

Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
Angela says: For the creepy factor, and the double-twist!

Margo Bond Collins | @MargoBondCollin
Angela says: Creepy as well, and descriptions were vivid.

Week 150 Winner

Angela says: In a short amount of space she was able to paint a vivid picture utilizing many tools in her writer's box, like using dialogue to not only move the story forward, but also to show character and mood and clue us in on what's happening. Every word was there doing double or triple duty and she didn't have wasted phrases. I loved that it was just a small slice in these two character's lives but yet I immediately had this sense of a huge vast world of plot and setting, etc. Well done!

The tiny crystal pendant hung on a rusty chain that dangled from the end of his finger. Even in the dim interior of our latest base camp it danced with colors I had forgotten.

I shook my head. “You should keep it, trade it or give it to your mom when we find her."

“I didn't climb all the way down into the pit to dig this out for my mom. I did it because I wanted you to have it.”

“Kid, what am I supposed to do with a piece of glass on a string?”

“You’re supposed to wear it. And when you look at it, you can pretend things were like they were before…when they were normal.”

I tried to remember the last time I’d felt normal. I wanted to tell him that no amount of pretending would ever wipe away the things I’d seen in the last few months, but the words wouldn't come. I bent forward and let him fasten the chain around my neck.

“Do you think the others will make it in time?” he asked.

Near the window, the transponder light blinked in a steady rhythm, sending out the signal that would lead the others to our location. The sky was a familiar shade of gray. In two, maybe three hours the rains would return and anyone not inside could kiss their humanity goodbye. Jack was strong, he knew the terrain, he’d get them here. He had to.

“I don’t know, kid. Here’s hoping.”

Congratulations Four Time Winner Veronica, Silver, Toni, and Margo! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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