#ThursThreads Week 16 Winner

I won my first #FlashFiction writing winner badge, in this week’s #ThursThreads challenge. To be sure, thanks go out to the Dixie Chicks {;-).

Thursday, March 29, 2012

#ThursThreads - The Challenge that Ties Tales Together - Week 16

Our Judge for Week 16:

The epic fantasy reading Aussie, Six Sentence Sunday and sci-fi author,

Goran Zidar.

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The Prompt: The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.

"Oh yeah it was that big."

Week 16 of #ThursThreads had some great tales! Thanks to all who entered this week. I'm honored to see all of you and read your stories. And it was great to have some returning "faces" join us along with our regulars.

Huge thank you to judge Goran Zidar for reading through all of them.

All of the Entries: Available Here

Goran says: There were so many good, funny, and interesting entries it was hard to come up with just four.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Nancy Porter | @ModernBard1024 Goran says: An excellent way to clear a room, I now want to know what the real discussion is going to be about.

Revo Boulanger | @RevoBoulanger

Goran says: I was totally able to visualise the characters, it was a strong scene done well in such a short passage.

Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Goran says: As a bit of a sci-fi fan myself, this one left me wanting more... what were these people about to get into.

Week 16 Winner

Robert Mahone | @Computilizer

Judge Goran says: I chose this piece for a couple of reasons. Earl was cast as a tragic hero and there was depth to his character that appealed to me. Despite his huge ego "oh yeah, it was that big" he was brought low by those he believed were his intellectual inferiors... so much for his great size and much vaunted intellect.

Here is my Entry:

There was no halting ambivalence or trepid insecurity in Earl. His humongous feet would tote his massive frame, into even a delicate situation, in the most confident gait. Whatever air not displaced by his immensity would be sucked out of the room by his enormous ego. Oh yeah, it was that big.  I guess it would have been easy to imagine arrogance as the root cause of his present predicament.

Earl was bound by four chains, spread eagle and on display, in the great hall of the Vicor. He had strode right up to the elders, denouncing any intellectual heft in their recent decisions, and accusing them of caring more for the appearance of governing than actual governance. This had not been the first time that Earl had berated the council. But, it would be his last.

Earl’s impassioned oratory and gestures had been made illegal in less publicized edicts of the elders. That’s right, Earl had been trapped. Although the current elders lacked the cognitive abilities of their predecessors, their authority was absolute. They would make an example of this overbearing man. Ironically, the source of his greatest strength would work to precipitate his demise. Earl had to die.

200 words

@Computilizer