Steemit Story Chain #19 Update - Sponsored By Whaleshares
Hello to all you Steemers out there, I hope you're all doing well. This is just a quick reminder that there are only a few more days left to enter the current Steemit Story Chain this week entitled Your Story. Thank you to everyone who has already contributed to the story chain, I've already read some great writing.
The Steemit Story Chain is sponsored by the amazing Whaleshares project which helps to ensure minnows in the Steemit community get fairer rewards for their posts, and at the same time help get them that one step closer to becoming a whale themselves. For the Steemer that writes the most engaging and original part of the story there are 100 Whaleshares to be won.
What I am looking for in order to determine the winning entry is as follows:
- 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!)
A big thank you to all of the Whaleshares Team, particularly 
The winner will be announced soon and a new story chain will be published. So why not show us what you've got and exercise your creative muscle, and be in for a chance to win 100 Whaleshares.
If you would like to enter the contest please make sure you visit the original post to upvote and resteem it. Then simply use the comment box to develop the story in your own unique way. Normally I would start the story and you guys would continue writing it but this week I did something a little different and asked you to start the story. Therefore this story chain will be entirely yours. Try and be as creative and original as you can. And have fun! Please ensure you visit the original post to see how the story has already developed. A link to the post can be found here - https://steemit.com/story/@freedomexists/your-story-steemit-story-chain-19-where-you-write-the-story-and-100-whaleshares-for-the-winner.
Part One of Your Story - Written by 
Running across the garden, the cool breeze making darts out of autumn leaves and late spreading seed as I race away from my sister, laughing at her as she lags behind. I can feel the prickles of grass bending under my feet as I head to the old gate, weathered and worn from years of holding the cattle in and the world out, the finish line of our childhood. As usual I'd always reach it first, Anna second. “Adeline, wait!” Not a chance though, not when I'm so close to winning our first race in years. “Adeline! Wait!” I'm almost there, but the tone is different. This time, panicked and sharper, and just as I think that another realisation hits – I can't feel the ground.
My first thought is that I've fallen, like how in an accident when you know you're slamming forward and the seatbelt is still tightening? Everything runs slowly and you can almost see it frame by frame even though it only takes a second. Less than a second really, barely a moments decision.
Or indecision. Indecision got me here now. If I'd been just a little faster in my reactions or thought more, or maybe less, perhaps Anna could have helped me. Perhaps someone could have helped me. Yeah, someone. I thought I was falling so I reached out toward the old gate, ever too slowly, felt it's wood under my fingertips, the way it was cracked and the paint splintered, and then felt it move out of reach. And all the time Anna was screaming my name we moved further apart, as she came into view and became smaller, quieter and finally, silent.