#ThursThreads Week 61 – Out The Window

#ThursThreads – The Challenge That Ties Tale Togther – Week 61

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked, and a second year of #ThursThreads flash fiction. So let’s get started. It’s Thursday again, so what should you be doing? Writing #FlashFiction, that’s what! Welcome to Week 61 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Need the rules? Read on!

Here’s how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt as written anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Pacific Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. 😉
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 61:

Disdainer of purple prose, one-handed typist, and BDSM erotic romance author, Ann Mayburn.
Ann is offering a special prize to the Winner and Honorable Mentions. The Winner will get a choice of her backlist, and the Honorable Mentions will get a swag bag of goodies (and they ARE good). So now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“It’s uh…personal.” [You don’t have to use the ellipse]

Alrighty, here we go!

His hand gripped her scalp as he wrenched her head back. He was crazed, shaking with anxiety. “You thought you were going to find me, but now I’ve found you.” His words were a shaky hiss with a raspy undertone.

“It’s not like I was hiding, Tom. We are in my bedroom.” She carefully taunted him, noted the sharp piece of silver in his free hand.

He chuckled, slammed her head into her desk once, twice. “Shut up,” he hissed. “You think I don’t know the Pride sent you to ‘put me down’? I’m not a rabid animal!”

She didn’t have time to respond before her bedroom door opened and Greg, her Pride King, stepped through, paused as he stared at the two of them. “What the…?”

Tom’s eyes widened with fear, but he was quick to shove Shakti away before jumping back out of the window he came in.

“W-was that Thomas?” Greg asked incredulously.

Shakti gingerly sniffed as she wiped the blood from her face. “Yup.” She was pissed, but she would heal. Tom on the other hand… She was quick to reach under her bed for a shotgun and a silver knife that she carefully sheathed and tucked into her boot.

“Do I even want to know?”

“It’s uh…personal.” She eyed the spot on her bed that Thomas has perched on, her mouth twisting into a sour frown. “Real personal…” She was halfway out the window before telling Greg, “This could take a while. Don’t wait up.”

 

250 Words

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