Week 161 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I'm honored you all came despite the technical difficulties. It was a PITA, but you persevered and I'm so grateful. And welcome the new folks! Thank you for tying your tales. Here's to several more years of flash. Great thanks to S.J. Maylee for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
S.J. says: because it was deliciously eerie. *shivers*
Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
S.J. says: because the flash, among other things, showed the power and the risks of love.
Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
S.J. says: because I felt the conviction and the power in Benicia’s words and I sense her time is coming and her power will be great. She’ll inspire many and that’s quite exciting.
Entries:
- Mark Ethridge | @Lurch Munster
- Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
- Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Ruth Long | @Bullishink
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
S.J. says: because it was deliciously eerie. *shivers*
Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
S.J. says: because the flash, among other things, showed the power and the risks of love.
Cari Oleskewicz | @Carilynn72
S.J. says: because I felt the conviction and the power in Benicia’s words and I sense her time is coming and her power will be great. She’ll inspire many and that’s quite exciting.
Week 161 Winner
Ruth Long | @Bullishink
S.J. says: This flash had countless things for me to love, the horrendous situation, the evil leader, and the sweet promise that something great is about to happen. I’d love to read what happens next.
Ruth Long | @Bullishink
S.J. says: This flash had countless things for me to love, the horrendous situation, the evil leader, and the sweet promise that something great is about to happen. I’d love to read what happens next.
The Dark Sheep of Darklan
The royal assembly falls silent as three prisoners of war are ushered down the aisle.
The attending guard says, “What say you, my King?”
“Let them work or starve,” Darslay says with a dismissive wave.
Darslan steps from her place among the commoners. “They are of noble birth, brother. Will you refuse them royal exemption?”
“I will,” he replies picking lint off his coat. “I soiled my favorite gloves and lost fifty men in their pursuit.”
She gathers her skirts and bows. “Very well. Then I shall take them –"
Darslay laughs, a harsh sound that startles the assembly. “Take them to the devil for all I care. They’re welcome to starve in your father’s sheep pens. And while you’re there, give my mother my regards, faithless whore that she is.”
Darslan beckons to the three children and leads them outside.
The youngest child reaches for Darslan’s hand. “My lady, is it true that you are the sheepherder’s get?”
She crouches beside the child. “It is, little one. But in spite of my humble means, it is within my power to restore your birthright – and to claim mine.”
“We’re going to be such great friends, aren’t we? And friends tell each other secrets, don’t they?”
“Indeed they do.”
“Then I shall tell you where my big brother, the Crown Prince, is gathering his allies.”
Darslan’s cheeks flush. “If we are very wise, poppet, we shall be more than friends. We shall be sisters.”
Congratulations Winner Ruth, Tina, Stacy, and Cari! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google +, Tsu.co, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)
The royal assembly falls silent as three prisoners of war are ushered down the aisle.
The attending guard says, “What say you, my King?”
“Let them work or starve,” Darslay says with a dismissive wave.
Darslan steps from her place among the commoners. “They are of noble birth, brother. Will you refuse them royal exemption?”
“I will,” he replies picking lint off his coat. “I soiled my favorite gloves and lost fifty men in their pursuit.”
She gathers her skirts and bows. “Very well. Then I shall take them –"
Darslay laughs, a harsh sound that startles the assembly. “Take them to the devil for all I care. They’re welcome to starve in your father’s sheep pens. And while you’re there, give my mother my regards, faithless whore that she is.”
Darslan beckons to the three children and leads them outside.
The youngest child reaches for Darslan’s hand. “My lady, is it true that you are the sheepherder’s get?”
She crouches beside the child. “It is, little one. But in spite of my humble means, it is within my power to restore your birthright – and to claim mine.”
“We’re going to be such great friends, aren’t we? And friends tell each other secrets, don’t they?”
“Indeed they do.”
“Then I shall tell you where my big brother, the Crown Prince, is gathering his allies.”
Darslan’s cheeks flush. “If we are very wise, poppet, we shall be more than friends. We shall be sisters.”
Congratulations Winner Ruth, Tina, Stacy, and Cari! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google +, Tsu.co, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! :)
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