Finish the story, earn 2 steembasicincome shares! WINNERS and DAY #4

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It's winning time!

During this weekend I confess that I've been incredibly amazed and at the same time challenging for me to choose due the quality of your stories!

That's why I doubled the pot to 6 SBI shares!

I created this contest just to SHARE through what I love most: the #freewrite community and the ideal of a basic income for everyone. Sharing the fun, sharing our imagination, challenge our limits through crazy stories and, of course sharing the wealth!
That is why, if you didn't win this round, keep playing and be sure that, as far as my finances allow me, I will reach you!! (..this is not a menace).
This is also a real contest. As you can see by my curation, I truly read with attention and evaluate all your comments and the creativity within them.

The pot for week #2 will be 2 SBI shares per day, which may be divided between two winners or even rewarded both to just one winner!

Aaannd week #1 winers are .. drummroll...

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Congratulations to all of you and thank you for partecipating! @deaconlee @chinaymaria @andrewcarnegie @mysecondself01 @svkrulze @marcoriccardi @hazem91 @jayo @jedau @wonderwop @pixiehunter @bennettitalia @crystannson @snook @brisby @wandrnrose7 @platosgroove

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For those that want to join the fun, here is how this constest works:

1. I write an unfinished fiction story/freewrite

2. You finish it with a comment in the comment section (relax..no long stuff needed!)

3. I will donate 1 @steembasicincome share to one freewriter with the most interesting, fun, original, crazy ending (I'm the unquestionable judge. Well, technically not me.. the bananafish voices within my head are). The steembasicincome is a great social program which allows you to get a permanent upvote to every your post!

It's super simple and I hope we'll have loads of laughs together!
Nothing is mandatory here (but voting is highly appreciated)..Just enjoy and prepare for a trip into my delirious fiction world!

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Too much writing! Here's the story based on @mariannewest today's prompt "witches":

"Pok ..Pok.. Pok".

The incessant sound echoed through the damp walls of the Devil's ravine. The stream accompanied the rhythmic noise with its quiet rustling. The insufficient duet of sounds hardly filled the creek, where an unreal silence reigned.

The rubber ball slammed against the bark of the beech tree, while Ethan's absent gaze betrayed, through the furrow of the wrinkle between the eyes, the electric flow of his thoughts.

"Pok ..Pok ..Thud".

A tired rebound of the ball on the wet gravel. Long seconds of silence.
The blow of Ethan's obliterator hit the exact point of the bark where the dull sound had come from. The extraction, the flash, the disruptive sound of a thunder that pierce the sky: a sequence of fluid and instantaneous movements that the man automatically performed without effort. His eyes were sharp ice.

Ethan cautiously approached the bark. The facial wrinkles once again revealed the growing tension.
As he thought, the trunk was eaten from the inside, the veins of the wood were progressively replaced by those that looked like black grainy circuits. LEDs and transistors softly taking shape from organic matter and in some points already pulsating with artificial life.
The horror in Ethan's eyes overflowed like water from a dam that no longer can hold the pressure. He collapsed on his knees in front of the contaminated shrub.

"It's spreading everywhere, crawling beneath our feet". His mind suddenly brought him to the desert from which he had just fled. The fine anthrax colour of those damned dunes.

Prisoner of his thoughts, he did not even notice the hoover-bike approaching. His son Kahlen was finally back.

The young man climbed down from the steaming steed, staggering. Something was wrong.
Ethan did not have time to greet him that his son collapsed on his back on the dry bed of the torrent exhaling a single word: "Witches".

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Also this week, I will run 3 rounds of this contest: mon/tue/wed. All the results of this week will be out on Monday 12th March, 11 pm, UTC +1 (i.e. California is UTC -8).

And now, dear friends, jump on your broomsticks and let the journey begin!

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Thanks will check it when at home.

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Holy cow...I stayed far from Steemit for a week, and I find things went wrong! :(
I think there was a lot of misunderstanding here. I'm sure that no one intended to do something bad or claim ideas that are very common and open to everyone. I think that hasty words can be retracted, and everything can be explained better. Peace and love, please!
There is nothing worse than seeing friends argue, please!
That's my hope! Hugs for everyone!

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Will always love this community, no matter what.

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So grateful for your input on this Marco! I agree. Hugs all around 🤗

Without even thinking, Ethan grabbed the elixir around his neck, and poured it down Kahlens' throat. His father had created the potion, long ago, for emergencies such as this. Kahlen, laying there stunned, tried to speak. "The witches were following me, but my hoover-bike was faster".

Ethan's father used to warn us about the witches, but we had never seen them. Someone would go missing and we would blame them.

Kahlen tried to stand, but couldn't. "We have to leave here" he said. "And go where? , there was no place safe anymore" Ethan retorted.

Then we shall stay, and fight! Warlocks rule!

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I loved the fact that the son was saved and their will to raise and fight! :-)

Woohoo! The hook at the end did it! I'm super busy recently, so I haven't been on Steemit as much as I would like. But, thanks for the consideration! Congratulations to the other victors! Enjoy your spoils :D Thanks for running this @fenix it was a fun little contest :D

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My pleasure and my fun @jedau! Come back when you want 😁

"Did they touch you?" Ethan asked, his voice thick with worry. Kahlen didn't answer, didn't move. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his breath came in sharp gasps. "Did they touch you?" his father asked again, the urgency close to panic now. Kahlen shook his head, his breathing slowing. "No", he said, "but I almost didn't make it back to the bike. I had to engage the auxiliaries in order to escape. They were using traction spells."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, his dry eyes stung with sudden salt tears. He put his hand out to touch his son's face, hair... now that he knew that he could. That it was safe.

Then it hit him. Did he know? If his son had been infected, would the thing that resulted tell him the truth? Certainly not. It would lie to him so that he touched it, became infected as well...

In one smooth motion, he had his knife out of the sheath, his son's sleeve gripped in his hand. Kahlen startled, began to scramble upright. "What... What the fuck!?!?" he stammered. Ethan drew the knife across Kahlen's hand, gently, so as not to cut too deep. But the knife was sharp, sharp enough to draw blood. Ethen watched it welling from the wound. His son sat in stunned silence, watching it with him. It was red. Basic, human red. No nanobots.

Ethan looked up at his son. Kahlen's eyes were bloodshot and bruised looking. Tired, resigned. "It's ok dad", he murmured, "I get it. I would have done the same thing."

His dad hung his head, shook it. The long hours in the desert heat and dryness, without water, were taking their toll. He felt the ache coming on. "I need water", he said softly, desperately. "We can't even trust the water..."

Kahlen gasped, his eyes wide with excitement. "I found filters!" He scrambled over to his bike and dug into one of the saddlebags. "Look!"

Filters. Filters meant water. God he needed a drink.

They walked together across the ridge, climbed down the gully to the tiny creek. Not far from where they'd made camp last night. They filtered the water, then ran it under diagnostic lights. It was clean. They drank.

It tasted like Heaven.

Kahlen looked at him, evaluating. How are you feeling? He asked.

"SO much better", came the response.

Kahlen nodded. "Good. Then I can tell you that I also had enough time on our old iMac to hack into the network successfully... and I found her, on what used to be the dark web. She's got what she claims is a formula that triggers detox in the human body. I have an address. The hard part will be getting to her, past the witches. And then finding mom and Jenny. And then, oh fuck - getting close enough to them, without being tractioned and infected, or worse, entranced..."

He shook his head, as if to clear it. "Ok", he muttered darkly, "everything will be the hard part".

His dad smiled at him gratefully, his eyes wet with tears. For the first time in what seemed like forever, there was hope. "You did good," he whispered. Let's get some rest".

They climbed back up to their camp. Kahlen worked to get a small fire going, while his dad brought out the cooking pots and opened a few cans of soup.

Suddenly there was a crash as one of the cans fell, knocking over pots. Kahlen startled, then looked relieved. "Sorry, just cut myself," Ethan muttered. "Stupid can opener."

Kahlen found a bandage, handed it over. Then he saw the blood. Ethan saw it too. They looked up at each other.

It wasn't black. Not yet.

But it definitely wasn't red.

©2018 Bennett Italia, all rights reserved.

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Oh hell!! I was all tranquil and comfy for the nice family scene after the tension and.. you tell me he's fighting an infection and throw me back in the darkness! Bravo Bennett.. really I think from these exercises some decent narrative ideas are born, and maybe a 4 hand book? I'm decent for plots.. let's consider it. Oh I forgot, uncopyrighted @f3nix plots, all rights free for twisted complementary ideas 😂

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Hmmm... that's an idea worth considering! Yeah I like the way this one is turning out :)

Whoah, cool! Thanks @f3nix, so glad you enjoyed my contribution. I'm excited to see these new posts to contribute to as well :)

"At last! The Triple Goddess bless us!"

Ethan let out an exausted sigh of relief.

"You found them! The legends of the Old Times were true..."

"Yes, dad. They're coming..." Kahlen answered with a faint voice. His face was pale as a Ghost Fish of the creek.

Ethan dropped to his knees on the bed of the stream and took his son's head in his dirty, callused hands. The obliterator fell with a thud on the gravel.

The man's dry eyes beaded with tears that had been buried under the crust of pain for too long:

"Kahlen... you saved us! There's still hope!"

Kahlen opened his bloodless lips to say something but didn't have time.

"Woosh...Woosh...Woosh"

Three flying broomsticks darted among the dead trunks, stopping in a semicircle in mid-air around the two men. Astride them, there were three women of different ages: one old crone with tangled white hair, one junonesque matron, and a redhaired teenage girl.

Ethan smiled at them: "Thank you..." he said with cracked voice. "Thank you for coming..."

"Dad..." Kahlen tried to say, grasping his father's jacket.

"Shut up, male!" the matron said, like a knife throwed straight to him.

"Oh, poor boys, you're suffering the Black Metal Curse, don't you?" the younger witch said. She seemed genuinely sorry.

"You're the architects of your own sufferings" the adult witch said. "Your technology ruined the world. You thought you had everything under control, you could bend the laws of nature to your liking. Even now, when everything is getting out of hand and corrupting the whole world, you can not help but rely on tools that are part of the problem."

She pointed her finger at the obliterator, then at the hoover-bike.

"Too late you remembered the Old Ways, and you requested the help of the Horned God and the Triple Goddess" the old witch continued. "Too late... you have forgotten the most important law among those that govern the cosmos."

Ethan was the emblem of disperation, crouched with his son's almost lifeless body on his knees.

The three witches, together, pronounced:

"The Law of Threefold Return. Everything that is done, good or bad, shall return with triple force. One for the body, one for the mind, one for the spirit."

Then, the tinny chant of three athame unsheathed in unison filled the rarefied air.

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Even this was cospicuous and dense of narrative ideas.. sorry if I didn't comment it earlier 😅

"Witches?" Ethan thought. It was an utter impossibility that witches had made it this far south of the the Central Tower. What dark power were they wielding to journey so far away from the up-link?

Ethan and Kahlen lived in a time ruled by dark technology. Where civilization had sacrificed their humanity and vitality for the simplicity of technology. Those who wielded technology like a second breath from their souls were refereed to as Witches and those who fought against the onslaught of this slavery, like Ethan, were know as Lotechs. They had abandoned the ease of technology in an ever present battle to remain human, non-augmented, alive. While the last remnants of humans surrendered to the genetic augmentation of their beings, Lotechs fought for freedom and enlightenment.

Even as Ethan's legs pumped with all their might, blood and adrenaline coursing though every fiber to reach is son, his heart was already resigned to his son's fate. As a father you wish the best for your children and maybe this ending was better for his son. No more hunger, no more battles, no more pain. Ethan barely had a moment to register his loss when the Witches crested over the ridge of the valley. They glistened with their circuitry ablaze, like ancient armored knights of old. Their eyes as red as the demons their ancient namesakes reportedly served! A host of twelve ravenous Witches descended the cliff side in a fervor only a machine with a program impervious to rewriting could be. The coven saw their prize, they collectively shared all knowledge and desire to consume Ethan and all humanity like him.

Ethan faced them as a man who has lived a life a meaning does, with his head held high and his soul clear of regret. The last image burned into his mind eternally was that of his son's collapsed body and he smiled with the sweet knowledge he would soon join him in Lotech paradise.

Always remember that the basis for technology we enjoy today, electricity, was considered witchcraft a few centuries before.........and science appears as magic to the uneducated.

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Great! Now Im already thinking of a fiction group damn.. you're good man and this would be great within my tesseract 19 storyline (hidden here and there through my freewrites). Actually this weekend I'll freewrite one piece of that, you truly inspired me!

Thank you so much @f3nix for pushing me to try fiction. It's a lot easier when you start with such a great beginning to your stories. Thank you for choosing me, I know it was hard because there were plenty of great ending. Grazie.

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It's my joy Bruni.. and I appreciate your comment about my stories. Maybe today's one was a bit dark but there's still time to change it 😉

@f3nix just a heads up, the memo from SBI hasn't arrived.

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I made the transfer monday (see my wallet).. usually they update it in some days 😉

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awesome thanks :)

Loved the "witches" beginning BTW, had a lot of fun writing an ending for it!

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I need to find a moment of relax for tasteing your ending .. btw I was thinking that I'm not sure if they still warn people for the share.. I'll ask @steembasicincome team, they're super precise and big heads. However once you get the share you should see their vote (@sbi4 i think.. 4th pool). Contest apart, I suggest you the investment of some steems. You can see my vote and their articles to have a parameter 🍌🐠👍

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you know what? I think you might be right. I had one share, and the upvote was always 3% from @sbi4, now it's 5%

So much great content on Steemit, I don't have enough time to keep on top of it all! I don't know how you contest people do it ;)