Welcome To The Steemit Story Chain
A jolly hello to all you creative Steemer types out there. It's time for the fifth Steemit Story Chain. For those of you unfamiliar with this contest to put it simply you are the writer of the story. The Steemer that writes the most compelling part of the story chain will win 100 Whaleshares, which is currently a generous $17 boost to any one of your posts. I am very proud to be sponsored by the fabulous Whaleshares that is doing a lot of good for minnows in the community.
I want to say a massive thank you to everyone that contributed to last week's story chain so thank you to ,
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and I had a very tough job but we have now decided on the winning post.
A very well considered piece of writing with a nice punchy feel to it, so well done and thank you for your contribution. 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.
If you guys would like to read 's part of the story chain it is featured below.
In those fleeting moments, it was as if chaos had descended from the heavens into the courtroom. The judge and bailiff were struggling to control the noise arising from speculative chatter while still coming to grips with what had just transpired. I knew without hesitation what I had to do to alter the course of fate before the chance to remedy my silence evaded me.
Calmly retrieving my pistol from an inner pocket, I made my way to the front of the courtroom. It wasn't difficult at all to slip a surprise by the guards and metal detectors out front. After all, it was one of the first tests for a special field agent. Rudimentary truly, for one in my line of work.
Before the bailiff has time to react, I aim the pistol at Michael's heart while gaining a stance behind him. He's shackled, so getting him out of here might prove to be a bit of a challenge, but I know my way around a crisis situation undeniably.
"What the hell are you doing?" Michael barks.
"Saving your ass and likely my soul."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the SWAT team arriving around the corner of West Haven Blvd. It was now or never. Time to cut a trail...
Now moving on to this week's new story called An Unfamiliar Road, if you would like to take part then all you need to do is write the next part of the story. I will write the first part and then it is over to you to develop the story in whatever way you want. You must upvote and resteem this post if you wish to take part in the contest. Don't forget to also number which part of the story you are writing. So that's it. Be creative, be ambitious and have fun.
This contest is sponsored by Whaleshares and I owe a big thank you to . 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-versionwhere
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I have a new judge on the panel who started last week, 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. So without any further delay here is part one of An Unfamiliar Road.
I stand here in this road looking for an answer I can't find. I need to make a decision and fast. Should I stay and know that a life in prison awaits. Or shall I leave and give myself a chance? If I go I will always be looking over my shoulder. Will he find me? Will they get to me? It's now or never. But it's still not too late to return and pretend that none of this ever happened. No one knows what's in the hood of my car, and no one need ever know. None of this is my fault. So why do I feel so bad? Life used to be kinder to me. I want a life again. I deserve that. Stay or go? Time is running out. I must decide right now.