- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Decadent Kane | @DecadentKane
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- P.T. Wyant | @PTWyant
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Jami Gray | @JamiGrayAuthor
- Lizzie Koch | @Lizzie_Koch
- Anne Ferrer Odom | @AFOdom
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball011
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Denise Callaway | @denise_callaway
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Jami says: His piece, “The Projectionist”. I’m a sucker for film noir, and this piece held an edge of this, taking a normal, humdrum everyday activity and giving it that dark twist that leaves you staring in shock and your brain rattling for a hold on reality. Well done, Bill!
Lizzie Koch | @Lizzie_Koch
Jami says: Now here is someone who wouldn’t balk at my sense of humor, and I love the soylent green reference. Brava!
Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
Jami says: His piece held a story within a story. With the way it was crafted, you could piece together the motive, connect with our main character, and be totally on board with his reaction, enough so you’d be handing him bullets to reload. Nicely done!
Anne Ferrer Odom | @AFOdom
Jami says: This one made me laugh, the twist of roles and attitudes was well done and your characterizations were spot on without a lot of details. *applauds*
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Jami says: Maybe because it’s in line with one of my favorite genres, but I thoroughly enjoyed Silver’s piece. There is so much that is not said, but shared through action and reaction between the characters that I clicked right away with the main character. The scene held the two ply tension of emotion and action, and in the end, I needed to know what the whole story was and how she ended up in that position in the first place. Congrats, Silver, I declare you the winner of #ThursThreads!
The sniper rifle bucked and Cory whimpered.
“Sorry, baby. Had to be this way.” His breathing hitched before adding in a commanding voice, “Check the scope. Confirm!”
Her body tensed beneath his. He hated his injury left him blind, having to use the doctor like this. He brushed his cheek against hers. She was crying. Fuck. He’d taken the shot but she’d watched it through the scope. She didn’t need to check the scene. Her finger remained on the trigger beneath his and her hand trembled. He eased the rifle away, clicked on the safety.
“Target down.” Her voice shattered his heart. “H-he’s dead.” She swallowed hard. “I just killed a man.”
Cory inhaled, tried to stop shaking. Having Duke draped around her helped. With him anchoring her to the ground, she didn’t feel like she would spin off into space.
“We need to get out of here. They’ll come hunting.” Duke didn’t want to roll away from Cory. But they’d be caught if they stayed. He hadn’t come this far to end up dead now. “We gotta go.”
Wiping her cheeks, Cory did as Duke ordered. There was no time for tears. Later. She could cry later. When she was away from him. When she could hate him for what he’d made her do.
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