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

51 @steembasicincome shares + 18.268 SBD awarded till now through the contest!

• Trying 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!

• Creating some content. No matter if you're a seasoned writer or you just want to have fun, the SBI shares are like moths attracted by the light of an idea! I don't care about the length.

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 Awakens

As the Kunst Meister tried to move with caution, the twist brought him a chorus of pangs along the neck, till exploding within his head its white vowel of pain.
Far away, to the south, the white smoke of the stalled hoverbike no longer stood out from the purple sky.
Everything in that cursed place was wrong and the black powder was a whisk, shaken by the suffocating wind of a perverse and tireless djinn.

Now he had the certainty that all those stories whispered by candlelight were not only true, but also a pale and dull representation of the deafening truth in front of his eyes.
At every shallow breath, the macabre dunes of the Obsidian Desert reminded him of the long distance covered.
Since he had left the hoverbike behind him, he had tried to taunt himself about the creeping and imperceptible movements of the sand. By now, however, it was no longer possible to ignore it: the dunes had definitively assumed the shape of deformed faces. The Meister struggled not to look at them but could not ignore those soulless empty orbits, which peered his every uncertain step. Those mounds were reproducing his face, multiplied in a kaleidoscope of abomination.

Among the dunes, madness used to arrive well before dehydration.

He almost did not notice that the Tesseract 19 could be seen to the naked eye, right at the horizon. The column pierced the black sea and challenged the streaked clouds. The awareness of his distance made him wince. That construction was huge, that artifact was Moloch's sharpest tooth.
The warm wind delivered to him, intertwined with dust, an imperceptible howl: the wail of the monolith, an omen of death.
The man waited, an immobile exoskeleton bent over the black sand. The helmet laying abandoned beside him. Soon everything would be accomplished, one way or another.

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 11th June, 14:00 PM - two o' clock in the afternoon California time zone. Submission deadline: Monday 11th May, 12:00 PM - noon, California time zone
   
   
   

The @bananafish has come between us!