A contest with a pot of 3 
shares + SBD payout, where everyone wins? You're in the right place!
shares + SBD payout, where everyone wins? You're in the right place!
Dear fictio-holics friends, week # 12 comes in the shape of an apparently tranquil mountain village!
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- As anticipated, this week's pot will be enhanced by
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- NEW RULE: 1 of the 3
Things that please the bananafish mighty god!
- Sustaining, commenting and upvoting each other as a true group of friends and fiction lovers.
- Respecting the 500 words limit.
- Posting your own article.
- helping our contest & workshop to grow by giving it some visibility.
And now.. let me introduce you today's story!
Meat Festival in St. Judas
"Mendo, d’you know where you can stick your fucking sense of adventure next time?" Tres-Culos, bassist of the Tortillas de Pelo, broke the silence suddenly in his usual volcanic style.
Mendoza, continued to observe a mummified bug, relic of past winters, stuck between the window and the cracked sheath of the old Chevy van. He was about to reply when a burp of Tres-Culos banished the words from his mouth, making the interior of the van rumble with an echo-like effect between the cardboard walls of the vehicle.
For a fraction of a second, Machete stopped the chord progression of his new-born piece - somewhat way too similar to Ramones' “Do not Want to Grow Up” - and he cast a sardonic look at Tres-Culos. At the wheel of the Chevy, Tío Billy was a monolith in a leather jacket and Tom Ford.
After all, TC was right, the journey through the glacier was a bad idea. The members of the punk-rock group had come out with their bowels well tangled and the alpine vegetation, more than relaxing them, made everyone feel like sugar cubes dipped in a glass of viscous absinthe.
At least, now the van was sailing calmly through the grassy sea of that mountain valley. Mendoza thought back to how they had ended up accepting that unusual engagement and how unlikely it was that the mayor of a small village, nestled in the middle of the Alps, could have paid them handsomely and in advance to perform at the "Meat Festival".
They had accepted without asking too many questions. Only God, or someone else in his place, knew how much they needed a healthy injection of money. He was tired of recycling picks from every piece of fairly stiff plastic.
Meanwhile, Tío had nailed the old Chevy in front of a crossroads, undecided on which way to get to the village of Saint Judas, their final destination.
From the dusty window, Mendoza's attention was captured by a roadside shrine. It contained a simple painting, representing a lady dressed in a blue tunic and with open arms. On closer inspection, the madonna showed an awkward bright red skin. "Almost skin stripped" he thought, increasingly immersed in the picture. The protruding black eyes of the figure were pointy and vivid blades, thus contrasting with the pale, expressionless faces of the faithful kneeling around her. Only the noise of the Chevy, starting to climb the mule-track, broke the hypnotic contemplation of that strange religious representation.
The vehicle was trudging for a good hour through an anaconda of endless hairpin turns. Machete was almost interrupting the arpeggio to complain about the roadmap’s delay when, finally, the village of St. Jude revealed itself to the band's eyes. A myriad of small houses proliferated under the geological anomaly called Butcher’s Hook, a mountain whose top was bizarrely bent over itself, casting a perennial shadow over the village.
"I will need a steady and uninterrupted supply of booze tonight" Tío Billy solemnly noted.
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You receive an unfinished fiction story or a script
You finish it with your own post or a comment in the comment section. A limit of 500 words is recommended.
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It's so simple and, most of all, we'll enjoy our fiction ideas!
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The result will be out on Monday 21st May, 11 pm avg., UTC +1 (i.e. California is UTC -8). Submission deadline: Monday 21st May, 8 pm, UTC +1. There will be time for everyone to develop the fiction idea.
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