Borders Competition

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 creaked loudly as he pushed his way inside, but he didn’t mind because he could see it now; the Gold Chest of Kerlami was within reach. His eyes wide with hope, his long brown nails scraped the surface of the Chest and he opened the lid to reveal…

My ending…

…absolute nothingness. There were no gold ducats, no gem encrusted daggers. Just emptiness. He stared down, trying to see something, anything. Gillibert didn’t have time to be amazed. As if he was being forcibly pulled down, he kneeled closer. His nose touched the indescribable substance. It rippled. Suddenly, he was no longer in the same room. Gillibert arrived, a howl caught in his bulky throat. Bright lights shone above him, he found himself in a narrow alcove of some vast structure. To the borders of his vision were shelves and shelves of colourful tomes… Was he back?

Check it out for yourself: http://www.borders.co.nz/beedle-the-bard/the-tale-tree.asp