A contest with a pot of 3 @steembasicincome shares + SBD payout, where everyone wins? You're in the right place!

48 @steembasicincome shares distributed so far through the contest!

Dear fictio-holics friends, our Finish The Story Contest will keep its collaborative writing tradition alive with a special guest. After the memorable contributions of @marcoriccardi, @improv and @carneasadafilms, I'm pleased to introduce you @ntowl!

Here's a brief introduction about her:

@ntowl is a freelance copywriter with dreams of being a published author. Her writing is all over the web, but most of it belongs to other people who paid her to write it. She came to Steemit to put the focus back on her own writing, and maybe make a few pennies while refining her craft. She enjoys sharing what she knows with others during her live writing classes and her blog. In real life, she’s a homeschooling mom that teaches physics at an alternative education non-profit.

Try to post your story the earliest possible and not at the last moment! Publishing early is going to give it more visibility within the contest community and a higher chance for it to be appreciated and upvoted!

Things that please the Bananafish mighty god!

• Sustain, comment and upvote each other as a true group of friends and fiction lovers.
• Post your contribution early.
• Respect the 500 words limit.
• Post in your blog instead than in the comment section.
• Vote your favorite story.
• help our contest & workshop to grow by giving it some visibility.
  
  

And now.. let me introduce you today's story!

^{It's not about the Tortillas.. at least not the first part - grin -}

Into the Woods

The clouds rolled in as Sharon parked in her driveway. She sat there for a few minutes before going inside, pondering the immensely bad day she’d had.
It started off with her being late for work, the first time in nine years. Her boss had been waiting for her reports, and her lateness made him late which made him unhappy. No, unhappy wasn’t the word. Unhinged fit better. She’d left his office feeling assaulted and ashamed at having performed so poorly, even though she had been the top sales manager for five years running. Walking back to her office she thought it all felt a bit off - too intense for being a mere ten minutes late.
But before she could think about it for long, she was hit by a cart full of old desktop computers the IT guy was taking to recycle. The metal cart had ripped her nylons and left her with a bloody gash on her left calf and bruising on her thigh and hip. He hadn’t even apologized but instead glared at her as he picked up the equipment that had fallen to the ground.
The rest of the day continued like that. Everything went wrong from the vending machine taking her money without dispensing her granola bar to the afternoon coffee burning her hand. The harrowing drive home topped it off, and she considered herself lucky to have just lost a fender to a drunk, uninsured motorist.
Finally opening the car door, she glanced up at the sky. The clouds looked thick, but WeatherBug had said the rain would hold off until tomorrow. Not that she cared. She needed to run and shake off the day even if it poured and even if she was bruised and sore.
She changed into her workout clothes and grabbed her headphones before going back outside to the road. Her usual playlist blasting a little louder than usual, she headed north to the trail. It was her usual 10 km route she ran when she needed to think - or de-stress. Her body would move on autopilot while her brain sorted everything out so that by the time she returned home she’d feel normal and relaxed.
The trail into the woods looked a little darker than usual, but she thought it should with the clouds coming in. She didn’t even pause as she went from pavement to forest floor. Another half kilometer and the trees opened up onto a large pond, a swamp really except for the beavers that had built their dams to fill it up. She always slowed a little on this part of the trail to see if she could catch them working. She admired their persistence and ingenuity.
The mound that made their lodge wasn’t too far from the trail, but she had difficulty seeing it. She slowed even more but was unable to focus on it - as if it were twilight when the shapes and shadows blended together. But it wasn’t that late. She looked behind her, and she could see everything just fine.
Stopping, she stared at the beaver lodge and thought she could see a black haze swirling around it. Then she noticed the water. It too was black and seemed to have a dark fog floating just above the surface. Concerned more than worried, she started running again along the trail that continued into the woods. She thought she'd get a better view from the other side of the pond.

Join the fun! Here is how this contest works:

1. An unfinished fiction story or a script is posted.

2. You finish it with your own post or a comment in the comment section. A limit of 500 words is recommended.

3. YOU WIN! 3 @steembasicincome shares to the writers with the best ending + SBD payout between all the participants who won't get one of the 3 shares.
   
   
   

   The result will be out on Monday 4th June, 14:00 PM - two o' clock in the afternoon California time zone. Submission deadline: Monday 4th May, 12:00 PM - noon, California time zone
   
   
   

The @bananafish has come between us!

You might have noticed a strange entity wondering between the stories.. yes, the GOD reincarnated in a Steemit account! The aim of @bananafish will be to sustain the storytellers through a voting trail (I and @marcoriccardi already added ourselves to the trail using Steemvoter). Also, anyone that wishes to write something through the Bananafish account can contact me..this is our creature and who knows how the @bananafish will evolve in the future!

If you like this contest..SPREAD THE GOSPEL! I'm grateful for your resteeming and word of mouth. Everything helps to help us grow together!

GOOD LUCK, BRAVE STORYTELLERS!

Courtesy of the awesome @pixiehunter!

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...Give a try to this hilarious contest by @improv. A must!