The aim of the competition is to write the ending to a short story (in 100 words or less).
The start of the story…
Gillibert crept carefully up the stairs, his hairy clawed feet making little sound. He could see the light shining under the door ahead and knew that this was the right room. The door [...]
The dappled sunlight slowly warmed her bent figure. She curled her white clad body, as if she was attempting to remove herself from this reality entirely. Taut and rigid her body contracted, as if trying to wish away the fabric that swirled around her. Her hands, gloved in satin, clenched at the fresh ground. The [...]
It was a dark night. Green stars dotted the sky.
Fog rolled slowly across the ground, unhurriedly, gently proceeding.
Orange lines crossed the gloom, lighting, touching.
The fog rolls, over the stands, more thickly now.
People sit together, surrounded with blankets and wrapped up warm against the night.
They hold each other, waiting.
From the heavens, snow begins to fall.
First one [...]
The rough stone work was weathered and rough, the raw hewn stone was jagged. Chunks were missing. As the masked figure, swathed in the deepest of scarlet, climbed the wall, all that could be seen were white gloved fingers. It was dark so the figures features remained a mystery, if indeed there were any onlookers. [...]