Week 296 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I'm honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale in our fifth year. Thank you. May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Crystal Brown for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Community on Google Plus to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Crystal says: It was a toss up between Silver and Bill. I love a great wolf story. Silver wish you could add this into one of your stories makes me want to read more.
Lizzie Bella | @Chattmor
Crystal says: Great story. I knew someone just like Esmeralda. It was hard seeing her go through that in the end both my friend and Emy got pay back. Loved it.
Entries:
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Lizzie Bella | @Chattmor
- Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Crystal says: It was a toss up between Silver and Bill. I love a great wolf story. Silver wish you could add this into one of your stories makes me want to read more.
Lizzie Bella | @Chattmor
Crystal says: Great story. I knew someone just like Esmeralda. It was hard seeing her go through that in the end both my friend and Emy got pay back. Loved it.
Week 296 Winner
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Crystal says: Loved his story and the prompt. Many times we had Christmas in June or July. But nothing beats a sketchy hotel room when it's cold and snowing. Loved it.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Crystal says: Loved his story and the prompt. Many times we had Christmas in June or July. But nothing beats a sketchy hotel room when it's cold and snowing. Loved it.
Winter Wipeout
It was a frightful night, the wind howling like a chained dog, the ice-snow slashing the frigid air like a frenzied turkey carver. We’d left Waterville eight hours earlier hoping to make it to Chowder Creek before winter socked us in.
It hadn’t gone well.
“We should turn back,” I had said a dozen times.
“Oh no,” Celeste had repeated just as often. “They’re expecting us. It’s Christmas.”
“I’m aware of that,” I snivelled. It was a voice Celeste hated. I rarely resorted to it. But you know, you’re up to your elbows in snow alligators and sometimes your lesser self erupts. I decided to end with a flourish by philosophising. “If it was up to me, I’d celebrate Christmas in June…or July.”
“Right, Howard. That’s going to work! Foolish man! Just keep driving! AND BE CAREFUL.”
We plowed ahead, each of us more silent than the other, each wondering what was to come.
Up ahead, barely visible through the fierce blizzard, a motel sign flickered _ATES MOTEL OPEN.
“That’s a good sign, right?” she quizzed.
“Might be,” I offered. I had seen too many Hitchcock movies for my own good. “Might not,” I added.
“Maybe we should take a room for the night. Safer, right?” she asked.
I did, and I didn’t, want to pull off the road. I get like that. My two minds start talking. They don’t get along.
“Okay. Fine. Good idea. What’s the worse that could happen?”
“A good night’s sleep,” she smiled.
Congratulations TWENTY-THREE TIME Winner Bill, and Honorable Mentions Silver, and Lizzie! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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It was a frightful night, the wind howling like a chained dog, the ice-snow slashing the frigid air like a frenzied turkey carver. We’d left Waterville eight hours earlier hoping to make it to Chowder Creek before winter socked us in.
It hadn’t gone well.
“We should turn back,” I had said a dozen times.
“Oh no,” Celeste had repeated just as often. “They’re expecting us. It’s Christmas.”
“I’m aware of that,” I snivelled. It was a voice Celeste hated. I rarely resorted to it. But you know, you’re up to your elbows in snow alligators and sometimes your lesser self erupts. I decided to end with a flourish by philosophising. “If it was up to me, I’d celebrate Christmas in June…or July.”
“Right, Howard. That’s going to work! Foolish man! Just keep driving! AND BE CAREFUL.”
We plowed ahead, each of us more silent than the other, each wondering what was to come.
Up ahead, barely visible through the fierce blizzard, a motel sign flickered _ATES MOTEL OPEN.
“That’s a good sign, right?” she quizzed.
“Might be,” I offered. I had seen too many Hitchcock movies for my own good. “Might not,” I added.
“Maybe we should take a room for the night. Safer, right?” she asked.
I did, and I didn’t, want to pull off the road. I get like that. My two minds start talking. They don’t get along.
“Okay. Fine. Good idea. What’s the worse that could happen?”
“A good night’s sleep,” she smiled.
Congratulations TWENTY-THREE TIME Winner Bill, and Honorable Mentions Silver, and Lizzie! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
I've been banned from Facebook until next Thursday (I'm not sure when), so I might be doing some inviting elsewhere. Be sure to follow me on Twitter, join the Google Plus flashfiction community, and spread the word when you can. Facebook has become a place where being a person interested in naked men is dangerous.
Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, 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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