Welcome To Steemit Story Chain #8
Welcome Steemers to the latest Steemit Story Chain where I invite you all to help write a story together. The contest is sponsored by Whaleshares and there are 100 Whaleshares to be won for the writer who contributes the most engaging and original part of the story chain.
I would like to thank all of those who contributed to the last story chain including @krazykrista, @lucyridingmoosey, @sostrin, @tinajordan and @littlejibblet. There was some fantastic writing and we saw some very original narratives developing. However, there can only be one winner and my co-judge, @nikflossus, and I have arrived at a decision.
@sostrin
You made a very interesting and original contribution and you clearly have a very powerful sense of imagination. On the order of the co-judge @nikflossus I must also commend @tinajordan who came an extremely close second, you wrote a very professional piece and you are clearly developing your craft, so keep on writing. As for the winner @sostrin you have won 100 Whaleshares. Please reply with your Bitshares account information and I will send the Whaleshares to your account immediately. Enjoy! If you don't have an account don't worry it's very simple and completely free to set one up here - https://bitshares.openledger.info/?r=akrid-1.
Here is a reminder of @sostrin's winning entry.
Elias was sitting on a chair in front an old commodore 64 computer. It was turned on and the cursor was blinking on the screen. “Elias is everything ok?” asked the nice older women. Elias didn’t answer his purple eyes seemed to catch the light of the computer screen and seemed to almost glow. “Ashley! Ashley come here…..” Elias could hear her voice trailing off as she left the room, maybe to find the younger woman. “Yes M I understand” said Elias. He starting typing at the keyboard and the screen filled with ones and zeros. Elias shook his head as if he had understood. Ashley and her mother had entered the room. “Mom, I didn’t even think that old thing worked anymore. What is he doing? “Ashley mother shook her head slowly as if she was confused. “ Elias honey? Are you ok? “She said softy. Elias turned to the both of them and calmly said “Yes, everything is clear now. I understand what my mission is here. Let’s go downstairs and I will tell you what I can."
Elias explained to my mother and me that he was not entirely human. He was a hybrid. He was human on the outside but he had a cybernetic enhanced brain. Time was an illusion. He came from the past but he explained that he also came from the future. Something about the folding of dimensions and that the science was beyond our understanding. He came to this place to meet Ashley. There was going to be something that she discovered in the future that would have horrible consequences to the continuum. M was his contact here. He didn’t know what his true mission was here until M relayed it to him. Elias told me that his mission was to be my Teacher. He explained that with his guidance it might just be possible to avoid disaster. I just stood there looking at my mother. She looked at me and shook her head. “Elias Honey it’s been a long day. Let’s get some sleep and we can talk about all of this tomorrow.
Moving on to this week's new story I thought I would get all creepy on you and embrace Halloween with a very aptly titled new story Happy Halloween. As usual if you wish to take part in the contest please ensure you upvote and resteem this post. I have written the first part of the story below and then it's all up to you guys to develop the story in whatever way you wish to. Make sure you are creative and original. Be ambitious and have fun with it. We're only looking for a short paragraph or two at the most. Please don't forget to number your part of the story.
This contest is sponsored by Whaleshares and I owe a big thank you to @akrid. There is 100 Whaleshares for the winning entry. If you would like to learn more about Whaleshares and how they can significantly increase your post rewards please visit https://steemit.com/whaleshares/@eirik/guide-on-how-to-use-whaleshares-updated-version where @eirik will gladly explain more to you.
The immeasurably talented writer @nikflossus will be helping me to decide which one of your entries deserves the winning prize. We are looking for:
- A strong sense of imagination
- Creative intelligence
- Originality
- Narrative fluidity (ensuring the story chain links smoothly)
- Use of language, grammar and syntax (we need to understand what you're saying!)
The winner will be announced in a week's time. A new post will be published then announcing the winner along with a new story chain. Now here is part one of Happy Halloween.
I had heard the rumours but had never really believed them. For decades we had all been led to believe that something bad had happened there. No one in the town ever used to really talk about it. The older residents would immediately shut down any conversation involving that house. This time though me, Kyle, Becky and Joe wanted to know more and as it was Halloween we couldn't think of a better way to enjoy a full on Halloween adventure than by visiting the house. It was not going to be the usual costumes, drinking and party night. No. We wanted a real Halloween experience. We set off around 10pm, arriving at the house an hour later. Immediately we knew something was wrong. The house had stood derelict for thirty years yet on this occasion the lights were on. But was anyone in?
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They had all run to the garage in a panic and her mind was spinning in a million directions. Becky liked being around Joe. Even in this madness, he had a calming effect on her. She had stood silently as the ugly man told his story. With sudden clarity, and a sense of purpose she took out her phone and googled Lady Crutchfield. Scrolling through the feed she came upon a headline. ### Brutal rape at the Crutchfield mansion ends in murder ###. The news story spoke of a young woman, Jane Colinder who had been raped and murdered by a patron of the brothel. She googled Jane Colinder and after a few clicks discovered that she had been buried in the cemetery across from the mansion.
“We need to leave right now.” Joe, Kyle, and Ann bewilderedly turned toward her but no one spoke. They knew that Becky was not usually a take charge type of person. Her new found behavior was confusing, but her tone had forced them to comply. “I know what we need to do. Kyle, grab that shovel. Joe, see if there is gas in that gas can. Ann tell me you didn’t really quit smoking and you have a lighter?”
“Yes, I have a lighter. What do you mean, you know what to do?” Joe picked up the can and shook it. “There is gas in the can Becky.” Becky had a plan. She was going to find where they buried Jane Colinder, Dig up the grave, and set it on fire. Becky had watched enough episodes of Supernatural. She loved that beautiful man Sam Winchester. She was going to kill the spirit that possessed Lady Crutchfield. That’s exactly what Sam would have done.
“Just come with me. I’ll tell you the plan when we get there. We just need to find a way out of here. The ugly man pointed to the back door and they ran into the darkness.
Hey @sostrin thank you for your contribution. The winner has been announced and a new story chain has begun - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/abandoned-steemit-story-chain-9-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.
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Lady Crutchfield, we all had heard the name. One of the small details Joe and I had gotten at a few months back actually. Was she use to be a high end Madam in the thirties. Ran the whole brothel..
But that is where the story always seem to turn cold, the older people of our town would never speak on what went on during that space. What happen to the brothel in the woods.
As we peered through the dusty and dirty window, Kyle and I are in a state of shock at what we see.
DEAD women!
They were dancing around and listening to old music we had never heard before...
In the center of the room was a couple of fellows, drinking and laughing. Like they were lost in a dream not seeing what we were seeing!
I whisper through my breath to Kyle, (what do you think they are doing?) right as I had finish the question we knew!
Hey @redsfallin thank you for your contribution. The winner has been announced and a new story chain has begun - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/abandoned-steemit-story-chain-9-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.
3 At that moment a few things happened together. Someone, either Becky or Joe, let out a wild cackling laugh. I stumbled and stepped on a branch which made a loud 'crack', and the music in the dining room stopped playing.
At least ten heads turned to look at where we were hiding. Then we saw Lady Crutchfield leave the room. Moments later the front door opened. Waving a candelabra and stepping out onto the porch the old woman called out in an ancient sounding voice:
'Who dares come to disturb the dead in their revery?'
Improvising wildly I stepped forward and spoke in a loud voice.
'Hello Lady Crutchfield, we were invited for supper...'
Hey @yardley-elbert thank you for your contribution. The winner has been announced and a new story chain has begun - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/abandoned-steemit-story-chain-9-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.
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Kyle and I, always putting on the bravest front, volunteered to sneak around to the side porch and have a look through the parlor window, while Becky and Joe kept watch out front behind an unassuming row of hedges. Little did we know the scope of our witless adventure at that moment. In retrospect, a cheap bottle of whiskey and a lame party would have probably been a wiser choice for our group that fateful Halloween night.
Keeping low, we climbed the half-rotted steps and shimmied across the porch to the faintly glowing light that bled out from the dirty glass. On a whispered count of 3, we lifted our heads just enough to peer into that old mansion, and what we saw can never be erased from our memories. There, in the flesh, was old Lady Crutchfield, hosting what appeared to be a soiree for the dead.
Hey @tinajordan thank you for your contribution. The winner has been announced and a new story chain has begun - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/abandoned-steemit-story-chain-9-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.
Thank you.... Such amazing entries and so much fun . Big thanks to @akrid and @freedomexists, and @nikflossus.... My bitshares is Scott-67
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6 Running along in the darkness wasn't easy and we stumbled and fell, picking ourselves up and whispering for each other to be quiet. Behind us we could hear the animated body of Lady Crutchfield calling....
'Children, come back, I have something for you.' We tried not to listen.
'Quick,' said Kyle, 'I think I can see the graveyard. Over there.'
We had veered off course and so recalibrated, aiming for the high metal gates.
It was a hard climb up the hill in the darkeness. When we got there we were panting. from the effort.
'Ok, let's find the grave,' said Joe.
But suddenly, as we were starting forward, a ghostly apparition materialised before the gate.
'You may not enter,' it said in a ghostly whisper, 'unless you are prepared never to leave.'
'Pass me the lighter, whispered the ugly man 'and the gas can'...
Hey @littlejibblet thank you for your contribution. The winner has been announced and a new story chain has begun - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/abandoned-steemit-story-chain-9-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.