Blockchain fiction based collaboration: Core story w/@fisteganos, @riskdebonaire, @son-of-satire, and @dreemit (So far)

I am honored to be included in this amazing initiative, which at the moment is simply called Corestory, and is a blockchain based fiction series started by the talented @fisteganos.

Begin the journey by reading his excellent Part One here
Next up we have @riskdebonaire who continued the project brilliantly with Part Two here
And we all know @son-of-satire, who unsurprisingly did a mighty fine job in Part Three here

And here is where I continue with Part Four-

Chapter 1.4

Fortunately Korey was able to grab a seat near the back, and he slid in beside the window and scowled at his faint reflection. He was seriously irritated at his reaction to those boys. It was as if he'd reverted back to a time when he'd been much weaker and unable to take care of himself. Nowadays if someone picked a fight with him, they'd have their hands full.

It's that damn dream, he thought,it's got me crawling out of my skin. He shook his head. It was just a dream, why the hell was it affecting him like this? Sure it was freaky, but he'd had worse, his vast imagination had conjured all manner of boogiemen to visit him while he slept over the years. He frowned, trying to pinpoint what it was about this one in particular.

He mentally reviewed it from beginning to end...and shivered when he got to the part with Aunt May. It wasn't the mutated Mr. Randalson that was bothering him, it was something to do with his aunt, an intensely dark feeling of foreboding...

His thoughts were cut short as the bus pulled up to his destination. As he made his way down the aisle he noted that the boys he'd boarded with were already gone. Must've gotten off at an earlier stop...Enough, he chided himself, brush it off and move on. He hopped off the steps onto the curb and strode toward the building that contained his first class of the day.

"Korey my man!"

He grinned at the sound of his best mate's voice, turning to locate him in the throng of kids making their way up the walk. He didn't have to look hard, Geordie had a way of standing out in a crowd.
His unruly brown curls were pulled together with a rubber band on top of his head, a 'do' that added three inches to his lanky form. Today he was sporting a long-sleeved white shirt featuring a kaleidoscope of colors of his own various digital artworks, a pair of baggy brown corduroys that were last popular at the end of the 20th century and a set of neon orange sneakers. Everything about him was loud and proud.

Geordie put his fist out and Korey bumped it, shaking his head but still grinning. "Man, where'd you even find those things," he eyed the pants,"a vintage thrift store?"

"Don't hate on the cords," Geordie mock pouted, "I'm bringing them back, everyone will be wearing them next week, just wait."

"If I 'just wait' for that, I'll be a withered old man," Korey laughed.

"I pulled them out of one of my dad's boxes in the attic, he says they were a hit with the ladies on account of them being so soft. Go on, feel them, you know you want to," he waggled his eyebrows.

"Dude you've been smoking too much of the green stuff," Korey shook his head, "hit with the ladies...when, in like 1995? You looking for Mrs. Robinson now? Going on a Cougar hunt?"

"Hey, don't knock 'em 'till you try 'em- the cords or the cougars."

They busted up laughing and headed in the direction of their first class, cutting across the expansive lawn.

"You ever notice that very few people walk across the grass?" Korey pointed out.

"Yeah, bunch of sheep, baaa, you can spot the free-thinkers by watching who breaks from the herd."

Korey nodded, a small smile forming on his face as he mulled that over. Free-thinker. He liked the sound of that.

If you're interested in becoming a part of the blockchain based fiction collaboration, contact @fisteganos in steemit.chat, we'd love to have you! Click on the link below

Created by @son-of-satire