Showcase

Welcome to the Writers Thread Showcase…

This is where we’ll be sharing the best of the various submissions that you, our  readers, have sent us through the submissions page.  Depending on the submissions received, up to four new stories a month will be posted for your enjoyment.  Plus, we’ll still keep you informed about the latest and greatest happenings in the Writer’s Thread World.

 

You and I are We

The sign blinked in the slow manner that signs in store windows do; on…off… on… off. He stood there watching it from the window of her hospital room across the street. He listed to the sound of the machine she was hooked up to and realized that

Gary Gaudin

Gary Gaudin’s attitude to his life and work is simple: You’re not defined by how many times you fall, but by how many times you get up. The 63-year-old writer knew he wanted to write when he found himself in a wheelchair and his life changed dramatically. He found the courage to submit his work to publishers and has never given up on his craft in spite of these obstacles.

Born in California in 1952, Gary traveled a lot growing up since his father was in the military. He has traveled to every state in the US with the exception of Hawaii and North Dakota, and his passion for writing began in High School where he wrote skits for Drama Class.

One of Gary’s short stories was chosen to be published in a magazine, and his book “Aftermath” was placed on the Amazon book list. Despite plenty of rejections, Gary has pursued his writing career with dedication and a natural creative flair.

Inspired by Harlan Ellison, Philip K. Dick, and Rod Serling, Gary writes in many genres but particularly science and speculative fiction. Living in the foothills of North Carolina he loves to read and watch old movies or listen to old music when he isn’t noting down his ideas.

Currently working on a political drama, he plans to keep writing with a view to being published in the near future.

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Pink and Blue I Love You

Gilda stood at the bottom of the stairs with fists planted on hips and forced a furious furrow onto her smooth brow. “For goodness sake, Beatrice, haven’t you changed yet? We have to get going soon!” “I know, I know. Sorry, I was just finishing

Alyson Madden-Brooker

As a teenager, I used to write stories which reflected an early literary diet of science fiction and fantasy. I did this on an actual typewriter (yes a real one and I even learned to touch-type) before some bright spark invented computers. Then life got in the way; my career took me away from writing and I stopped my stories for a long, long time. I did carry on reading though and enjoyed many of the absolutely brilliant writers that there are out there. Hopefully, I learned something from them all.
Finally, along came digital publishing. As soon as I purchased my first kindle I realized that the future of books was completely changed and not so very long later some internal brain-spirit whispered something into my dreams, "You could do that. You could write about me..."
So eventually I joined a local writing club and rather nervously and slowly started writing quaint little stories about demons, usually with soul-stealing character defects. One day, just for a change, I sat at my desk and started writing about an angel. Having crossed over to the 'other side' (sort of) I suddenly found I couldn't stop and now plan many new books in my Forgotten Wings series.
My partner and I have been together for more than half our lives. The result is an untidy house, some dogs and no 'human' children.
I am not planning to grow up anytime soon.
Alyson's website and blog can be found here and here.

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Sally Picked Sea Shells by the Sea Shore

One day Sally went down to the seashore to pick seashells. She had always loved the shore. Maybe because it was a transitional place- an in-between place caught between two distinct worlds. Unable to decide where it belonged or what it even was. Much

Jacob Myers

I grew up in North Yorkshire, England, and live in Maryland, USA. Though I currently work in Senegal as a sustainable agriculture advisor with the Peace Corp. I attended Salisbury University and studied environmental studies, economics, and philosophy. For fun I love spending time outdoors with nature, growing things, I'm an avid runner, and I love to travel. My passions in life are humanitarianism and environmentalism, and I hope to one day make a difference in these fields.

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Looking Down on Ourselfs

let’s criminalize ‘prettiness’ scar ourselves with sharp rocks compliments are insults bathing is unnecessary ugly animals all fat and filthy reeking foulness rubbing mud in our hair and throwing our shit at each other gouge out our

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The World We Deserve

Picture Credit Makoto Sasaki I’ve left my tower before. I don’t see what the big deal is. There’s sun and wind out there like there is in here. Same sun, same wind. The city at ped level is interesting sure, but not as interesting as say, Egypt

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1984: Rogue State

“My fellow delegates,” the president of the Eurasian Union began in addressing the General Assembly of the United Nations of the world, “esteemed prime minister of the United States of North America and the president of the United States of South

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Target Acquired

Marcus watched the man closely. He was moving with a powerful stride down the busy street towards the underground subway station. Marcus knew that there was only one chance and it was coming up soon. He nodded briefly; the signal was sent. An older woman

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1984: Goldstein Lives

Emmanuel Goldstein awoke slowly, as the sky became just grey and he starkly refused to fall back to sleep. There was much to be done in the free world and billions counted on his leadership. The King’s room in Versailles had been adorned according

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The Confession

Are you ready? Are you recording this? Good, I will tell you everything then, just as we agreed. You can decide if I am insane or evil once you have my confession but until then, please don’t interrupt. Now, I like the traditional ways. Old fashioned?

Alyson Madden-Brooker

As a teenager, I used to write stories which reflected an early literary diet of science fiction and fantasy. I did this on an actual typewriter (yes a real one and I even learned to touch-type) before some bright spark invented computers. Then life got in the way; my career took me away from writing and I stopped my stories for a long, long time. I did carry on reading though and enjoyed many of the absolutely brilliant writers that there are out there. Hopefully, I learned something from them all.
Finally, along came digital publishing. As soon as I purchased my first kindle I realized that the future of books was completely changed and not so very long later some internal brain-spirit whispered something into my dreams, "You could do that. You could write about me..."
So eventually I joined a local writing club and rather nervously and slowly started writing quaint little stories about demons, usually with soul-stealing character defects. One day, just for a change, I sat at my desk and started writing about an angel. Having crossed over to the 'other side' (sort of) I suddenly found I couldn't stop and now plan many new books in my Forgotten Wings series.
My partner and I have been together for more than half our lives. The result is an untidy house, some dogs and no 'human' children.
I am not planning to grow up anytime soon.
Alyson's website and blog can be found here and here.

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One Fine Day

The work of an evil despot is never done. How many mornings must I awaken to spit at the dawn? How many babies must I dump from their cradles? How many churches must I put to the torch? It’s never enough. It all becomes tiresome after a while.

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To The End - Part 4

Kalees blinked once, and then again. “Well, this certainly changes things,” he said, sitting down next to Mythrin and Kirian. “Are you sure, Mythrin?” Mythrin nodded. “Absolutely,” he said. “It’s her. There is no doubt in my mind.”

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To The End Part 3

Mythrin turned back to face the creature that existed now within Kirian. No, that wasn’t right. Mythrin suspected that the beast had always been there, just beneath the surface. And now it had broken through, snapping the lock to its cage. Kirian

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To The End-- Part 2

Mythrin looked over the destroyed campsite, surveying the damage. He stomped out a few of the scattered embers with his boot. “I never thought a stampede could happen at night,” he muttered. “It’s known to happen sometimes,” answered Brother

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To The End -- Part 1

Mythrin pulled a silver pocket watch from beneath his cloak and whistled softly. He was going to be late; this wasn’t good at all. To keep an advisor of the royal court waiting might be considered a hanging offense in the Kingdom of Urela. He quickened

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Serpent Legs

First of all, it was an apple, not a fucking fig. Big, juicy fucking apple. Come ON- I was there. All those painters brushing blood red fruit on canvas: Where did you think they got that fucking idea? You think they just couldn’t paint figs? That

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Problem: Why do I have a Double Bill?

Kimyada > My Issue: why do i have a double bill? 01100101> Hello Kimyada, Thank you for contacting BombastHiveNonhumanChatNetworkSupport. My name is <insert faceless drone identifier here: please stand by for random name generation> <stand

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Housing Problems

The boss found a new place for me. It’s a little cramped, of course. A bit smaller than the place I was before, but I guess I can’t be too demanding. The last place I lived was a lot of fun. Plenty of parties, lots of drinking. Wasn’t

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A Way Home Part Two

The next morning, Mara, Dylan, and Eoin traveled to the borders of Dyteria. The guards greeted the travelers with initial scorn, but once they realized who the two boys were, they were welcomed into the kingdom with ecstatic joy. Mara was also welcomed,

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A Way Home Part One

Mara sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling off the edge. She kicked her heels out into the sky a few times and looked at the dense forest hundreds of feet below her. The clouds mixed with the top of the pines, and to the south she could barely

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American Disaster Synopsis

“The more that I think about it, the more OK I am with Lord Trump as our brave and foolhardy dictator. Total war could be fun; they seemed to enjoy it in Germany and Japan. Think of it as a chance to do a little looting. start some fires, break shit.

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