Welcome to the Steemit Story Chain
Good evening to all you Steemers out there I hope your day is going to plan. It's time for another Steemit Story Chain where I invite you all to continue writing a story that I will start. This week's story is called The Disturbed Lake.
I would like to say thank you to all of those who took part in the last story chain, particularly @diva1981, @thot2word, @dlina-v-metrah, @virsu95, @chuckyfucky and @butterb. You all wrote some fantastic parts of the story and it was great to see tons of imagination being exercised in last week's story chain. But there can only be one winner and that has now been determined.
@butterb
You took the narrative that @chuckyfucky had introduced and gave it more layers creating a very engaging part of the story. You also provided great detail helping me to picture the scene and it was very well presented. 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.
A reminder of the winning part is detailed below:
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“Where are we?” she asked. Blankly, I stared at her. This couldn’t be real. She’s a figment of my imagination. She’s not there. She’s not there.
She turned to look at me with those haunted eyes. I didn’t see hate or anger on her face. Uncertainty, yes. Confusion. Definitely. And something else. Something lurking under that hauntedness. Fear. Then clarity in her eyes.
“Please. You have to help me. She won’t let me go”, she begged. “I just want to go home. Please.”
I stared at her, disconcerted and bewildered by her plea. “You want...me..to help you? But, I was the one that hit you that night on the road.”
“Yes, I know”, she replied. “Don’t you know, you saved me. From her. She kidnapped me. She’s evil. She..she..killed my boyfriend. She tortured him before killing him. She would have done the same to me. You saved me from the torture when you hit our car that night. But her evilness. It’s still there. Her spirit won’t let me leave this place.”
“Please”, she begged again. “She won’t let me go and I just want to go home. I want to go where I belong. It’s not here. I know in my heart I belong somewhere else.”
I knew then that there was hope. Hope to redeem myself. I cowardly drove away that dark, drunken night. Here was my chance to set things right. But how can one help a spirit?
Let's now move onto this week's new story entitled The Disturbed Lake. If you would like to submit an entry please ensure you upvote and resteem this post. The first part of the story I have written and is featured below. All you need is to continue writing the story using the comment box. Develop the story in your own unique way being creative and original. Exercise that creative muscle and have fun! You only need to write a short paragraph or two and remember to number which part of the story you are writing.
This contest is sponsored by Whaleshares and I owe a big thank you to @akrid and @officialfuzzy. There are 100 Whaleshares for the winning entry. If you would like to learn more about Whaleshares and how they can increase your post rewards please visit @eirik/guide-on-how-to-use-whaleshares-updated-version where @eirik will gladly explain more to you.
What I am looking for in order to determine the winning entry is as follows:
- 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.
Part One of The Disturbed Lake
I used to enjoy taking a stroll by the lake. No matter what the weather the water was always clam. The trees around the lake made it so beautiful, almost like they were cuddling the lake itself. It was a complete picture of beauty and serenity. No matter how bad my day had been, a walk by the lake would soon bring me back to a calmer state. It was on one of these walks, an overcast day although the sun was doing its best to break through, that the serenity I had become accustomed to was disrupted. I was standing by the lake's edge drinking in the calmness when I noticed a movement of some kind on the water. It was in the distance. I couldn't make out what it was. I thought it might be a bird or fish at first but it was far too big for that. Was it a person? Were they waving for help? I hope not as I can't swim. I took a step closer to see who or what it was. I then realised to my horror what it was.