Sarah collapsed on the stage, clutching her heart. The crowd’s hushed murmurs quickly became cries of terror and confusion. The world went black, the music stopped, and the sounds around her dimmed to cold silence.
When Sarah opened her eyes, she was on a much larger stage. A new audience was there: Her grandparents and relatives, and a few friends who had died of cancer. There was also a man in black. “Congratulations,” he said. “You have passed your final audition.” Sarah smiled, bowed, and walked happily into the applauding audience. Sitting down, she watched her daughter step on stage.
Author notes
I wrote this so I could have an ultra short story to submit to contests and such.
A contest entry
- Under 200 words by QueenWolf.
140 points, ended May 22, 2007, 49 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Do you get it?
Comments
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okay..wow...I read this, and then read the comments below-well, above-this, and realized that I'd thought it was something completely different..it seemed as if Death were a stage, your life a performance. Her death was the end of her performance; it was her turn to watch, and her daughter's turn to get up and perform.
I loved it, by the way..sorry if what I thought wasn't what you had in mind..
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oohhhh
I really like the last line. It made an 'eh' story turn into a mindbending one.
Thoughts I had at the last line:
Oh my god! Was her daughter on stage while her mother died in front of her?
Oh my god! Is this some sadistic future performance wherein people are murdered onstage for the viewer's pleasure?
Oh my god! Is this a moebius strip story wherein the end is the beginning, and in death the mother turns into the daughter?
....Thus, great last line. Leaves much open to intepretation. -
ahh, Death is the next great adventure, and for some twist of fate your story spoke to me. What can I say but "Well done".
~Princess~
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