A contest with a pot of 3 
shares + 2.5 SBD min., where everyone wins? You're in the right place!
Dear fictio-holics friends, week # 11 has risen from the unfathomable depths of the seas!
Thanks again to 
If dolls were definitely an oddity catalyst, how are you going to cope with a pursuit in a cracked and empty highway half buried in sand? That's where our friend and professional screenwriter 
A couple of things before the script:
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donated 1 sbd each to our community! Every donation will be used to increase the pot and share the wealth. Brisby's one will be used this week and Anixio's during week #12. Thank you guys for your support and for helping me in making this contest our little island of peace, creativity, fun and friendship!
You know that I don't impose anything here, but please remember that I strongly appreciate a 500 words limit ;-) Also, post your ending in your own blog.. last week there was a great reward for one of you.. but if you don't post as a stand alone piece and just comment on this page your good work will only be visible to the participants ;-)
Last week I saw a lot of participation in voting and commenting each other..that's the way guys! Keep voting each other! Why not? Where are you elsewhere planning to give your votes.. to a sleeping whale? to the bananafish god? Do like me and vote/comment generously. Allow me to give this advice as, from my experience, this is the best investment you can do being a minnow-redfish-newbie: it's called growing your account through supporting each other.
Let's cut to the chase and see today's script!!
NEXUS@TubaCity
He drained the last of his waterskin and sank to his knees. What a crap place to die. Tuba City. Dirt and rocks and nothing but a cracked and empty highway half buried in sand. Maybe if he caught his breath he could make it to the mesa. But then what? Who was he kidding? He was done.
There was a distant whoop and he could just make them out. Perhaps five hundred yards. Maybe less. The Eggman and Tree, pace steady, drawn towards him like rats to steaming garbage.
His head drooped down. He had no juice left to fight. And then he saw it. He had to crawl until the dark form took shape. It was a footprint. A footprint sunk into solid rock. Bigger than his head. Three toes, huge claws, every detail visible, as if chiseled by a master. His whirling brain finally caught a gear and delivered. “Huh,” he said, “Raptor print”.
They were only a few hundred yards away now, skullblades catching the last of the sunlight. Time was going, going, gone.
Why here? A two hundred million year old echo pressed into stone, a sliver of time out of sequence, a crossing over point. This was the place. It was meant to be here. Him, Eggman and Tree, and the silent intruder from across a gulf of eons. Good Lord. Who organizes this shit? So many variables for them all to wind up here. Had to mean something, he just couldn’t figure what.
"This wouldn’t be so hard,” he mumbled to himself, “If you weren’t tripping balls”.
Original shot of a dino print by
For those that want to join the fun, here is how this contest works:
1. You receive an unfinished fiction story or a script
2. You finish it with your own post or a comment in the comment section. A limit of 500 words is recommended.
3. YOU WIN! 3
It's so simple and, most of all, we'll enjoy our fiction ideas!
Nothing is mandatory here, but voting and resteeming is highly appreciated!
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