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 [...]
A rambling to Erin, August 2008
As a prophet once talked of his shoes. Many footsteps you will take, repairs you may need, and feet you will walk beside. He then proceeded to wear his only pair of shoes for the entire day, after repeating the experience many a time, he noticed something quite peculiar. They [...]
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. [...]