Finish The Story #10, 29 August 2018

The marvelous Di at has decided to tag me for Teresa’s latest Finish the Story  blog hop.


  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag ** Teresa’s original post so that she knows.
    ** note: slightly amended by Di to link and refer back to Teresa.


Teresa’s kick-off:

There’s Gold, I Tell Ya, Gold

Duncan and Jessie grew up in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains and heard the legend of the Lost Dutchman their entire lives. No one really believed the stories, but people did question when the government bought nearly all the land in one area. They knew what must be there, or at least what was there, but they were not going to tell the public.

“Hey, you’ll never believe what I found,” Jessie said one evening while they were supposed to be studying for their math finals.

“Your old mini-figure collection?” Duncan quipped, knowing their mother had thrown those out years ago.

“No.” Jessie whacked Duncan over the head with his notebook. “I found this while scouting out the next vlog site.”

Duncan glanced over and saw Jessie pull out …

To Be Continued………………………………….

Pensitivity101’s contribution:

Duncan glanced over and saw Jessie pull out a match box.
‘Well that’s not very exciting,’ he said.
‘Ah, but this is not just any old match box. Look at the date…..’
‘1947. So?’
‘UFOs Duncan! The biggest conspiracy theory ever over Roswell and a crashed RAF weather balloon!’
‘Yeah, I saw the TV show. So?’
‘That was fiction silly. The various internet sites I found suggest otherwise.’
Jessie started to get quite animated.
‘What if there is something in the Lost Dutchman stories, but not exactly as we’ve been led to believe. You know what it’s like with Chinese whispers………… a story starts out as one thing and having been passed on to some ten other people, it’s totally different from the original.’
‘This isn’t a party game Jessie.’
‘I know that! But, why would the government buy up all that land if they didn’t have something to hide? Maybe there was more than one “weather balloon”,’ he said indicating quotes with his fingers, adding
‘Maybe the Lost Dutchman was a code name for something else…………..’

And now, my humble contribution:

‘I know that! But, why would the government buy up all that land if they didn’t have something to hide? Maybe there was more than one “weather balloon”,’ he said indicating quotes with his fingers, adding
‘Maybe the Lost Dutchman was a code name for something else…………..’

“Like an alien…” Duncan started off hesitatingly.

Jessie jumped in excitement and shouted, “Exactly! Now you get it!”

Duncan continued, ignoring the interjection as if it had never happened, “…because Dutchmen are aliens too.”

Jessie almost visibly deflated, like a burst weather balloon, but soon recovered and said, “What if I prove to you that this myth is the result of a Government cover-up?”

Duncan laughed dismissively and replied, “And how exactly do you propose to do that?”

Jessie got up, dusted off his over-sized jeans, and said decisively, “By going to the other side of the mountain and checking everything out by myself.”

And then, with a flourish, Jessie walked off, and promptly tripping on his jeans, tumbled over and came rolling back unceremoniously towards the rock on which Duncan was sitting.

Duncan shook his head in exasperation, and extending a hand towards Jessie, said, “Guess I’ll have to come along so that you don’t keep tripping over yourself.”

And it was thus that the two brothers walked off into the sunset, on their way to find adventure, be it in the form of a UFO or two, aliens(from Outer Space or the Netherlands), gold, or even the boring weather balloon….because anything would be preferable to studying for a math exam. But unbeknownst to them, two pairs of eagle-eyes were keeping track of their movement- one in the form of a drone, and the other, that of an eagle of course.

To be continued…

Tagging Varad to carry the story forward from here on. Let’s see if this turns out to be a massive Government conspiracy, or a supernatural thriller, or both, or neither for that matter, because…why not?


About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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7 Responses to Finish The Story #10, 29 August 2018

  1. The Haunted Wordsmith says:

    Great addition! Thanks for contributing 🙂

  2. Oh this is so good………… and a good choice to follow on! Thanks so much for adding your chapter.

    • Thank you so much Di, was a rushed job in the middle of work. Varad, whom I’d passed on the baton to, was asking about the deadline for the next installment. He’ll only be able to write over the weekend. If that’s a problem, let’s pass it on to someone else.

      • As far as I know, there isn’t an actual deadline, but if there is a problem, Teresa asks that she’s told in her original starting post. The nice thing about these is that entries can be as short, or as long, as the writer wishes.

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