Week 151 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 Margo Bond Collins for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Ailsa Abraham | @ailsaabraham
- Ray Morris | @iwrites
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Anne | @TwiAddictAnne
- Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bokerah Brumley | @msbbrumley
- Mictoria Coolidge | @mictoria
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Bokerah Brumley | @msbbrumley
Margo says: I love the way this story uses details to characterize the two
participants in the discussion and give the setting--every action and
description, every single word, is significant. Nicely done!
Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
Margo says: This story does a great job of setting up the characters' backgrounds
with only a few deft strokes. Bonus points for the use of the two
-phobia words!Anne | @TwiAddictAnne
Margo says: I love this sweet story because it packs such a perfectly complete romance into just a few words.
Week 151 Winner
Margo says: I loved the way this story subverted reader expectations! It starts off as a fairly standard, sexy story--albeit one with excellent descriptions and details, as well as effective dialogue--but ends with a twist that made me want to read even more.
Ending on a High Note.
The girl held the bodice up by a strap. It was a lacy number, black and sheer. Her face told him everything.
“You’re supposed to wear it,” Shiloh said, hiding his smile.
She held it against her body. It contrasted nicely with her white t-shirt. Shiloh wondered if her skin was just as white. Red-heads were usually pale.
“Nothing with a zipper?” She plucked at the thin ribbon-like ties crisscrossing up the back of the bodice.
“No, sorry.”
She sighed and looked up at him, her bright green eyes watery. She wasn’t on the verge of tears—must just be nerves.
“It’s alright, Sivi.” He cupped her chin and rubbed a thumb along the smooth line of her jaw. A flush crept into her cheeks, accentuating the spray of freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose.
“Will they like me?” She whispered
“They will love you, darling.” Shiloh smiled and helped her off the sofa, tugging at her t-shirt. She already wore the matching skirt, if it could be called that.
He helped lace up the bodice, careful to pull it tight enough so that the mounds of her small breasts pushed up prettily above the cups.
Lastly he knelt by her stocking-covered thighs and lifted up the skirt. The gun was strapped securely, and was already charged. No warming up to give her away at the last minute.
“Kill as many as you can. And when they take you and change you, I’ll take care of it, darling.”
Congratulations Winner Ray, Bokerah, and Sandi! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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