Welcome to the Steemit Story Chain
A very good afternoon to all of you Steemers, I hope your day is going well. It's Monday so it's time for another Steemit Story Chain where I invite you to continue writing a story that I will start. For the Steemer who writes the best part of the story there are 100 Whaleshares to be won.
I want to say a big thank you to all of you who contributed to the last story chain, particularly to 
You demonstrated a great sense of imagination and created a nicely paced build up. In second place was
The winner,
A reminder of the winning entry is featured below.
Part 3
Hesitating for a moment I walked over to him. He was seated on a folding chair at small card table. Spread across the green felt was a mess of cards, dice, paper, pencils and other little ornaments. It looked like he was playing some sort of game.
'Hello again,' I said cautiously. I'd been thinking about what he'd told me all week. It had bothered me, particularly at night. So much so that I'd slept with the light on.
The man beckoned me closed. I leaned down.
'He draws ever closer,' he croaked.
'Who?' I said, feeling for some reason that I should pretend.
'You don't believe?'
I thought for a moment, remembering the terrible week I'd had. Feeling suddenly angry I stood up straight.
'Actually I'm not sure I do.'
'Then look.'
He pointed down the street. It was empty. There were no cars and no people. I watched for a while then looked back at him
'What?'
'Wait...'
We stood staring down the empty street. A slight breeze blew some old newspapers across the road. And then, in the distance, a car approached.
'Watch,' he said, gripping my arm tightly with his bony hands.
Slowly the car came towards us. It was red. The sun shone on the windscreen obscuring the driver. As it got closer I could see that it was old and battered.
'Now,' said the old man.
And suddenly, from one of the side streets, a small child ran laughing into the road...
Now let's move on to this week's new story chain entitled The Other Town. If you would like to write a part of the story then firstly upvote and resteem this post. I have written the first part of the story below and then all you have to do is use your sense of imagination to move the story on using the comment box. Be creative and original and of course have fun with it. You only need to write a short paragraph or two, and don't forget to number the part of the story you are writing.
This contest is sponsored by Whaleshares and I owe a big thank you to 
The very impressive
- 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 Other Town
When it was mild enough we would enjoy our Sunday afternoon walks. It was just a few hours we would get to ourselves away from work, away from the kids. It was an escape for Nancy and I. The countryside backdrop made our walks very beautiful, but when there was snow there was something just special about our town. We loved it here. It must have been a few days before Christmas when we discovered it. A small wooden, cosy looking hut in the woods. The lights were on and smoke poured out of the little chimney. Puzzled by it and with the front door ajar, we peered in. There was not much inside but a staircase that lead down to what appeared to be a basement. No one lived here it seemed. We walked down the wooden steps and along the corridor for some fifteen minutes until we came to an opening. What we saw was something so beautiful and captivating that we were utterly mesmerised by it. This wasn't our town, but it was wonderful, a very magical looking place. How could this be? Where were we? In awe but also worried we walked back into the corridor and returned home. We sat on the veranda contemplating what we had just witnessed and whether we should return.