A contest with a pot of 5 STEEM + 5 
shares? You're in the right place!
shares? You're in the right place!183 shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 53 STEEM, through the contest in 38 weeks!
shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 53 STEEM, through the contest in 38 weeks!What do we have here? But, of course, today's yellow finned prize categories caught fresh for your discerning palates!
1st place: n. 5 STEEM
2nd place: n. 2 steembasicincome shares
popular vote: n. 2 steembasicincome share (remember to vote your favorite!)
Best comment to the stories: n. 1 steembasicincome share
, that genetically modified purple squirrel with an improved banana-coconut scent, here. My finest robo-squirrels and I are at the helm for 
for the next two editions while he's off on a majestic quest. Or was it to reorganize his butterfly collection? Either way, we've assumed control of both his hidden cache of snacks and the mighty buttons of power! (Psst! F3nix! What does the shiny, red, irresistible candy-like one do?)Map of the Bananafish Realms from a squirrelish perspective!
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Vote, vote, vote your favorite story (and win 2 SBI)!
Use the #finishthestory tag.
Try to post your story the earliest possible and not at the last moment (or after the results! argh!)
Respect the dreadful 500 words limit! o_0
Help our contest & workshop to grow by giving it some visibility.
And now.. let's dive into today's story!
A Thousand Windows by
From the Little Ararat’s peak, Vartan "tiger's eye" observed his hometown, Yerevan. In the ample pocket of his tunic, well sheltered from the harsh wind, his squat fingers played with two graceful jade discs, while his steed, foaming with fatigue, seemed suddenly reinvigorated at the sight of home after months of traveling. If it had not been an animal, it would seem that he was moved. In Vartan's eyes, the only veil was that of travel fatigue.
Armenian merchant of precious stones, merchant son of merchants, he did not care how dangerous the journey was, nor how many moons had rotated above the long caravan: his mind was a precision balance that incessantly weighed and estimated without respite Indian emeralds, Burmese rubies, Pakistani aquamarines. This was Vartan's life since the cradle: he made a profit, and he did it surprisingly well.
A brisk early March night, something unexpected happened to him: he had a dream. Being an unusual experience for him, he awoke to throw in a far corner of the room the brocaded bedspread, upset and wet with sweat despite dawn’s breeze. In his family no one used to dream, there was no space for these frivolities. If he reflected well, maybe a couple of times he had dreamed of carving a gem or making a good deal, but he never came across those surreal dreams like a sand mirage in the ocean. After that episode, dreams began to visit him more and more frequently, as the unstoppable progression of pot-bellied drops in an August downpour. Frankly, it was a very unfortunate situation for Vartan, who was soon forced to invent every kind of wild night escapade to justify the increasingly evident dark circles under his eyes.
Then one day, while he was dreaming, the unthinkable happened: he suddenly perceived that he was in the dream. That first experience of dreamlike lucidity did not last long, nothing but an imperceptible beating of wings of awareness before the rules of the dream came back to swallow him and to dictate the story, relegating him to a mere spectator. Night after night, he began to acknowledge the laws that governed that world and how to bend them to his creative power. Thin and rarefied realms could become dense with colors, shapes, and perfumes. The Escheresque geometries of dancing fractals disobeyed space and time. Gradually, Vartan learned to attribute a new meaning and content to the term comprehension. For every new dream he was immersed in, the breath of those universes and his soul were united in one single essence longer and longer. In those dreams, Vartan traveled in the folds of reality, learned the language of angels and played dodges with them in the heart of perennial storms of unknown planets.
Soon, what was happening in Vartan's soul could not remain hidden to the eyes of the family, his friends, and the entire city of Yerevan.
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An unfinished fiction story or a script is posted.
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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