The Masque of the Red Death (a Not So Tiny Story suggestion)

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Not So Tiny Story Suggestion

The Masque of the Red Death is a short story by Edgar Allen Poe that could easily be transformed into a tantalising tall tale. Its themes are rather macabre admittedly but it's a magical world that could be furthered by songs, sketches and scripts.

Here is the link to the actual story:

Here's the gist of it:

The story centres around a young man, Prince Prospero, whose land is cursed by the 'Red Death', a highly contagious plague that kills all those in its path quickly and violently. In order to escape it's path, Prince Prospero gathers 1000 of his most loyal followers and they barricade themselves in his castle for many undisturbed months. Thinking the worst is over, the Prince holds a masqerade ball in seven rooms of his castle, each room decorated in a different colour and illuminated by a light the same colour as it's furnishings. There is one room that is the anomaly; the seventh room. It is covered in black, its windows are blood red and it houses a tall clock that halts the revelry each hour with its omnious chime. All the guests avoid this room, perturbed by the anxiety that eats at their core each time they step inside.

In spite of the room and its mysterious clock, the guests proceed with their party, floating in and out of the other rooms, basking in it's music and the fantasies that swirls around them. Now as all good fairytales will tell you, at midnight, something strange occurs. A new guest walks amongst them, dressed in a burial and a corpse-like mask. The figure passes through each room undisturbed, the guests struck with immediate fear as he passes through each room silently. Finally, with his dagger drawn, Prince Prospero catches up with the deadly figure in the seventh room. As he begins to address the figure, the Prince falls to the floor, a sudden stillness overtaking him. The other partygoers enter the room and seeing the Prince on the floor, attack the cloaked figure, taking off his mask, only to find no one underneath. The figure is the Red Death itself and one by one, the guests succumb to its disease.

Created: Mar 12, 2011


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