Flash Fiction – Thursday’s Threads

Every Thursday author Siobhan Muir runs “Thursday’s Threads” it’s a Flash Fiction Contest where you are given a line from last week’s winning story as a prompt.  You have to include the line in your story (you can break it up using punctuation only) The word limit is 100 to 250 words.

I’ve been participating when I can for the past 2-3 years- This week’s entry turned into the intro of my NaNoWriMo project, which is poetic since the characters Ember and Ash started with another entry at Thursday’s Threads a year or three ago.

Flash Fiction has helped me believe in myself and helped me fight to make each word count and I would recommend it to anyone who loves taking words and making them dance.

So… here is my Honorable Mention entry, and the start to “Ember and Ash: I am Become Death?”

I might not be that into omens and portents, but I’m pretty sure that waking up in the middle of a ritual circle chained to a altar, is a pretty good sign that the day was off to a bad start and heading downhill.

The fact that the altar was actually my coffee table and the master of ceremonies was my my stalker-ex Drew meant that things were probably not going to end well unless I did something, and fast.

I swear, some people just can’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

There are times, like now, I really wish people came with warning labels. Drew needs a whole mess of them. “I don’t take rejection well,” maybe just a simple “I’m a danger,” that would have helped.

At the very least I wouldn’t have bought him those black candles he liked so much.

As I looked around I realized that Drew had finished what he was doing and he was now standing over me, a knife in one hand and a smile on his face.

“Any last words Emily?” he asked.

I glared at him. Hard to make any last comments, smart or otherwise when you’re gagged.

He got my meaning.

My first words after he removed the gag were “Get me the hell out of here!”

“Funny choice of words,” he said smiling as he fondled the knife blade.

He lifted the knife, preparing to finish whatever he had started.

No, not a good start to the day.


If you enjoy writing or reading for that matter, join the Thursday crowd at Thursday’s Threads –  on Siobhan Muir‘s Blog




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