It is almost time to celebrate the #freewrite community reaching 200 freewrites! I am sure @mariannewest and her merry band of freewrite elves at the @freewritehouse have lots of exciting things planned (no pressure, guys...)!

I thought I would mark it by challenging myself a little. As some of you might know, after reading through Jelly (and deciding it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was!) I am again writing another serial freewrite story (Elma).

But, this is too easy, I thought. Wouldn’t it be more “fun” to write two stories at the same time. Using same prompt everyday, can I take two stories off in two different directions?

Rather than come up with a brand new story, I thought I would continue one of my one off Freewrite stories, but I need your help to choose which one.

Below are 5 freewrites (some of them old - my second and fifth freewrite are included in this list - some are newer). I would like you to vote for the story you would like to see continued.

There are 4 Steem Basic Income shares up for grabs (@steembasicincome is a vote on every steemit post you produce for life). Four lucky voters (chosen at random) will win one SBI share (you can find more information on @steembasicincome in this post)

To have the chance to win a SBI share all you have to do is leave a comment below with the number of story you want to win, and (preferably) the reason why you want it to win.

The story with the most votes will be the one I write (as well as continuing Elma).

I aim to start (continue) writing the story on Monday 7th May (which I think is Freewrite 200 day!?). 50% of the SBD earned from each post of this story will go to the @freewritehouse to help them continue to help fellow freewriters

The choices

1. King of Bugger All

@felt.buzz/king-of-bugger-all-a-five-minute-freewrite

He waited in the room next to the throne room. It was his big day.
To be crowned King! Who would of thought it?
Jerrald his new personal servant opened the door wide, calling behind him at the two young boys who carried his robes.
"Sire," he said, bowing low.
Michael smiled. He could get used to this.
King Michael, of Fuckingem Palace, King of all he could see.
Which, granted, wasn't very much since the smog came.
It was a worrying development, the thick black smog covered everything, and everyone. And people were disappearing too.
All of which was kind of worrying, but kind of brilliant too, because it meant that he, Michael, was now going to be King.
And only a few weeks ago he was three hundredth in line to the Throne. He smiled at the two boys who struggled in with the thick robes.
"My boys," he said. "My dear subjects." They dropped the robes to the floor and bowed, low. Aside from Jerrald, his only subjects...

...

2. Trip

@felt.buzz/trip-a-five-minute-freewrite

"Right," he said plonking a hefty book down on the table. My wine glass jumped, and, alarmingly, a drop flew into the air and landed on the pub table, joining the smears of other people’s drinks.
"Careful!" I said. "Do you know how much a glass of wine costs in this place?" He looked at my glass.
"Is that a pint?" he asked, suspiciously.
"No," I said. "It's not. What's with the book?"
"This," he said, a smile cracking his face. "Is our ticket to our next adventure!"
"Is it?" I asked. "Can't we just use an e-ticket. That's gonna take up a lot of luggage space."
"Don't be an arse," he said. "This is an atlas, as well you fucking know. I want you to close your eyes, flick the pages and choose our next holiday destination."
"Sound's risky," I said, sipping my wine. "And probably very expensive."
"I have come into a bit of a windfall," he said. "My treat..."

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3. Big Bird

@felt.buzz/big-bird-a-five-minute-freewrite

The bird was huge. Like the size of an elephant.
Okay, maybe not that big. But it was big.
It took up the whole of my bathtub. But what the fuck was it doing in there?
It was an unusual colour. Orange feathers, with a green tinge on the edges. It's beak was purple, and red. And the claws were sharp looking bastards.
What the hell was it?
And more importantly how had it got into my bath?
It was dead.
At least I thought it was dead. I didn't want to get too close.
The first thought: could the cat have dragged it in here?
Well, it's possible I suppose. The cat is a mean killing machine. But even Tibbles would struggle to bring something that big in the house.
Fuck, he'd never get it though the front door, let alone the bloody cat flap!
I opened the bathroom door and looked at the carpet in the bedroom, checking for tale tell signs of a cat dragging injured or dead beast into the room. No blood, no feathers.
What the hell..?
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4. Cut ‘em out!

@felt.buzz/cut-em-out-freewrite-prompt-ooze

We all expected to see puss once the knife sliced the skin on my arm. The lump was hot, and seemed to grow larger even as we looked at it.
Jenny pushed the knife into my flesh and around me I heard the gasps, and rustle of clothes as they looked away. I did not feel pain as the blade cut me: the only relief as pressure within the arm was released.
"Oh god, that stinks," I heard Mikey say, behind me. I could hear him retching into the rubbish bin in the corner of the room.
As I watched the green puss ooze out, something else caught my eye. There was something metallic moving within it. Somethings, in fact. Hundreds of tiny little bots, poured out of the wound, walking, running or swimming out I could not be sure...

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5. Dr Morbid’s Scream Factory

@felt.buzz/dr-morbid-scream-factory-freewrite-prompt-scream

Dr Morbid's scream factory was very busy.
Everyone thought that the run up to Halloween was his busiest time, and it is true they had a lot of screams to produce in time for the end of October.
But what people didn't realise was that Dr Morbid didn't just specialise in horrible screams.
No, he also produced screams of joy, and of surprise too.
He was quite busy in the run up to the summer holidays, particularly when it was going to be hot: you needed a lot of screams when the hose pipe came out to cool off excited children.
Christmas holidays were busy too. The screams of excitement, from adults and children alike, as they opened their presents on Christmas morning, were all his work.
He was particularly proud of his piercing young girl scream. You know the one where you think a child is being murdered, but actually they are having the best time ever (usually being chased by their friends).
Dr Morbid grew his screams in a special tank. It contained the souls of humans that had forgotten their way.
Sometimes they tried to escape from the tank...
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