Week 17 of #ThursThreads had some great tales! Thanks to all who entered this week. I'm honored to see all of you and read your stories. And it was great to have some new "faces" join us along with our regulars. Huge thank you to judge Laurie Hunsaker for reading through all of them.
Entries:
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Greg Nance | @acenance
- Jalisa Blackman | @J_M_Blackman
- Ryan Strohman | @rastrohman
- Kimberly Gould | @Kimmydonn
- Goran Zidar | @GZidar
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Nancy Porter | @ModernBard1024
- David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Charles W Jones | @ChuckWesJ
- @Phoenixlavan
- Wakefield Mahon | @WakefieldMahon
- Nellie Batz | @Solimond
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Aurora Lee | @AuroraLee
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Greg Nance | @acenance
Laurie says: There was great imagery in that story. I loved the line "The room demanded silence."
Nancy Porter | @ModernBard1024
Laurie says: I think that flash fiction read like a teaser...I want more!
David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Laurie says: Wow, that was dark, but really well-written. It was very descriptive. I don't normally like the darker stuff, but wow! It had me hooked.
Week 17 Winner
Laurie says: I felt really compelled to find out why he wanted her. [Cara's] story was absolutely something I would pick up and read.
Her scent drifted through the crowded, smoky bar, wrapping around him like a lover’s arms. His fangs descended, ready to feast. He breathed deep, a heady mix of pain and pleasure tangling within him. An aos sí here?He nearly crushed the glass in his hand, only just remembering to set it down before it shattered. Hairline cracks shimmied along the glass, teardrops of liquor spilling through to soak the napkin beneath it.
The drink wasn’t his first for the evening, but it would be his last. He acknowledged this easily, eyes seeking the one who would slake his true thirst. His heart began to beat, sluggish from disuse.
She hid well among the mortals. This was the sort of place that attracted mass quantities of vapid beauty. The “young, dumb, and full of cum” brigade. Even one such as she could hide here.
Clearly he needed a more hands-on approach to his search.
He left his table, letting the enticing aroma guide him. Eyes closed, he let his otherworldly instincts guide him, apologizing automatically when he bumped into warm, tall curves. His hands came up to steady her. He inhaled sharply, his eyes snapping open. Iridescent eddies swirled through her blue eyes. A knowing smile teased the corners of her lips.
Lips just scant inches below his.
“Looking for someone?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Found someone.”
“Took you long enough.”
He linked his hand with hers, and gave himself up to the pleasure of feeling alive again.
Congratulations Cara, Greg, Nancy, and David! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)
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