6th #SatSunTails

Welcome to the sixth #SatSunTails micro fiction competition with a guest judge this week!

Be warned – the prompts aren’t easy, but that’s so you can write to the best of your ability.

If you haven’t had a go before at this writing challenge, then please don’t hesitate to try this weekend.

Rules!

  • Post stories in the comments
  • Stories must be 150 words (margin of 5 words either side) AND based on the picture and written prompts.
  • If you title your entry this is not counted in your word count.
  • Only one entry allowed (so make it count)
  • End each entry with word count and name/twitter handle (if you forget these REPLY TO YOUR OWN COMMENT with them before judging closes)
  • You may enter until Monday 10am GMT (because I’m extra kind like that).

If you do not comply with these rules your story will be disqualified from judging. Good spelling and grammar will also help to make a better impression on judges – the odd typo, however, will be overlooked so please don’t worry about that.

For tips, read through the critiques from last week’s entries.

Winners!

There will be ONE OVERALL WINNER and THREE RUNNERS UP. After that there will be THREE CRITIQUES of three stories that didn’t make it.

It would also be nice to those participating if you could promote your fellow competitors and those who win.

This Week’s Judge!

@klingorengi, AKA the amazing Jeffrey Hollar. Apart from being a great writer, he’s another sadistic son of a gun who will whip you flash fictioners into shape! I’m only joking about him being sadistic… or am I? Winking smile

Jeffrey enters flash fiction contests almost every day of the week so he knows exactly what to look for and how to help you craft a better piece in critiques.

Today’s Prompt!

The following may be used as a sentence in your story OR provide a basis for it:-

“unassailable guilt”

And here is your picture prompt:

& good luck!

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16 thoughts on “6th #SatSunTails”

  1. The prompts were fairly kind in comparison to past ones, going soft on us? 🙂

    ——–
    Once again, I wired myself up and dropped into his world. Despite his passiveness, I was always nervous when doing so. After all, it was his mind I was walking into, and mind's are unpredictable things.

    I appeared, standing on a rock, suspended in what appeared to be a blue mist. It was just possible to make out his figure a dozen yards away, sat holding his knees. I took a step, and his head instantly turned.

    “Not now, Doctor” He whispered, the noise somewhat carried to me.

    The fog cleared for a moment, to show two planets, one much larger than the other. They were colliding.

    “Why this?” I asked.

    “Do you think I chose this? To have the weight of a billion extinguished souls on my shoulder? You should leave, Doctor.”

    I complied, but then turned back round for a moment and spoke : “You know, you really do have a beautiful mind.”

    Word Count : 155

  2. By Lisa McCourt Hollar

    Gene sat on the rock, staring up at the sky. In his mind he saw planets and stars that weren’t visible to anyone else. Gene was a dreamer and longed for the world he had created in his mind.

    She came to him, while he was sitting there; wearing nothing but the skin she’d been born in. Her hair was dark, her complexion green. Unashamed, he took her there beneath the sky. When he was finished, Gene’s fingers wrapped around a loose rock and he lifted it, bringing it back down against her temple.

    “You aren’t real,” he said, as her blood covered his hands. “You aren’t real!”

    She grasped at his hands, trying to stop him, but Gene continued his attack until the light faded from her eyes. When he finished, he curled up, overcome by unassailable guilt. Inside him, the parasite that had taken over his thoughts curled around his spinal cord, content.

    Word Count: 155
    @jezri1

  3. The mission was a success – sort of. Scientists had long believed this asteroid could be given enough atmosphere for people to move about without the need for spacesuits. If these experiments worked, it would only be a matter of time before they would be able to employ the same techniques, on a much larger scale, to terraform and colonise Mars.

    Not everything had been perfect, however. The long trip had wrought severe tension between the two astronauts and Rick had cut open Chris' suit and stranded him on the surface before the atmosphere generation had been complete.

    In addition, the ship's communications had failed and the asteroid's orbit had changed, causing it to plummet toward earth.

    All Rick could do was to sit on a ridge, watching his homeland and its moon, contemplating his unassailable guilt until he and the asteroid would ram the earth on December 21, 2012.

    150 Words
    @LupusAnthropos

  4. Things Sure Have Changed

    Remorse? Not a chance. I’d have done it twice if they hadn’t stuck me out here on this rock. Things sure have changed. Was a time you could go into another reality without some bleeding-heart do-gooder complainin’ about rights. You could teach those animals respect. Civilize ‘em , without a court sendin’ you to a rock like this.

    Was a time when a man could go to Mississippi in the 60s and hang a few savages. For their own good. To teach their people what’s proper, and Christian. Not any more. The whole world’s gone to shit.

    So yeah, I went to her reality. Tied her up. Treated her like the help. Maybe used a plasma knife on her perfectly manicured nails. Removed that red splotch just above her lip… with a molten shard. So what? She deserved no less.
    Why this unassailable guilt, then? Hilly Holbrook died to quick, and too late.

    @Leo_Godin 153 words

    – I watched The Help last night and just knew I had to kill Hilly in a story.

  5. “The dream is always the same,” he said, “I’m sitting on a faraway hill to watch the eclipse, and then this unassailable guilt squeezes my heart so hard I die. And then the moon explodes.”

    I pressed my back into the leather chair and sighed. “Well, how does that make you feel, Bruce?”

    Bruce’s eyes rolled like marbles in his head. “How should it make me feel? I mean, I’m dead. And there’s some serious shit about to go down. I guess I’m glad I’m dead in the dream, but I’m worried about my mother. She lives at the Jersey shore, and if the moon explodes, won’t the tides go crazy?”

    “Perhaps. But how do you feel about the dream. When you’re awake? What does the guilt represent?”

    “I don’t know. It’s just a dream.”

    “Well, what if I told you there’s a lunar eclipse tonight?”

    Bruce clutched at his chest.

    @nicolewolverton
    151 words

  6. Thoughts of self-destruction filled his head as the unassailable guilt washed over him, smothering him, making it difficult to breathe. Pulling his knees to his chest, he looks down the side of the mountain facing him, wondering if he had the nerve to jump. But what if he survived the fall somehow and ended up unable to walk, or even talk? He would remain a prisoner in his own mind for eternity. That sounded even more painful than the prospect of hurling himself from the cliff, hitting all of the sharpest rocks on the way down, bones crunching, internal organs bursting, blood escaping.

    But anything was better than this…than living with this emptiness in his chest, where his heart used to reside. She took it when she left and told him she never wanted to see or hear from him again. One mistake and they were done. His indiscretion put them worlds apart.

    153 words
    @wendyreid2

  7. Free For Evermore

    He sat alone on the cool, damp earth and
    struggled to calm the turmoil within.

    Realistically, he understood why they gave
    him the Haloperidol. Without the artificial
    chemical moderation it induced, he posed a
    "significant risk to himself and others".
    Without it, he risked the very real
    possibility of a "total permanent psychotic
    break". He understood but, quite simply, he
    just really no longer cared.

    Breathing slowly and deeply, he turned his
    face to the night sky and slowly opened his
    eyes. The universe came suddenly and
    wondrously to life for him. Colors flashed
    and swirled in counterpoint to fantastic
    indescribable sounds and scents. Exotic
    unknown planetary bodies danced and spun
    across his vision.

    In that moment, he knew the risks would
    never outweigh the unassailable guilt that
    would overwhelm him if he allowed them to
    steal the magic and the awe away from him
    with their pills ever again. He was free now
    and free he would remain…for evermore.

    155 words. @klingorengi

  8. Not at all sure why the spacing of my totally-ineligible post came out all wonky. I hope it doesn't detract too much from the read. I promise you it IS worth a look. 🙂

  9. PERSEVERANCE

    Alone I watched the roiling of the acrid vapors. It was a new sea of clouds and chemicals, as beautiful as it was deadly. Colors teased and sensations tingled at the edges of my awareness—things which had never existed when the world was right.

    Beholding my fleeting creation called euphoria from my toes to the top of my head. In this moment I was god. They didn’t understand, but then I hadn’t expected them to.

    Beauty is by its nature ephemeral. Even if the object doesn’t change, perceptions of it will. Sudden and total change on a planetary scale was my conception of ideal beauty. They didn’t approve.

    They said my dream was short sighted. My desire was labeled an evil one. I was denounced as mad, and actively thwarted at every turn.

    Yet at last I was unassailable in my guilt—with none left to question me.

    149 words
    @DavidALudwig

  10. My Darkness

    I await the coming of the others as the sun escapes behind our sister planet, bringing the blue dusk which I fear, for it signals the time of their arrival.

    I wait.

    Darkness envelops me and soon after I hear the hum of their transports drawing near. I do not turn, I can not face them – not because of what I did, I can live with that – it's because of what I failed to do.

    I am yanked backwards, rocks dig into my flesh and I grind to a halt at Romar's feet.

    "You did not save my son," he growls.

    "I tried, your biology is so different from ours. I am truly sorry."

    "You murdered his doctor, you owed my boy a life debt." He aims his rifle at my head.

    "The doctor attacked when I caught him stealing, he should have asked."

    Romar growls. They turn away, leaving me with darkness.

    155 words
    @JohnBBadd

  11. He stared up at the double moons as the last light of the sun hit them, creating a aurora borealis effect. The blues waves drifted in front, a reminder of the waters of his home. He couldn’t go back. Going back would mean instant death. They would never understand that he did it for all of them.

    They could go back in a few years, a decade at most. The gas would clear up and then the land and water would be better. They never knew that it was becoming toxic, slowly killing everyone. The borealis effect, while pretty, had been killing them off. Soon the sun would shine the gas as clear.

    He pushed himself up and grabbed the pack, the light reflecting off his own blue skin. He was going to die. The poison had sunk too far into his own skin. The unassailable guilt would fade eventually.

    150 words
    @solimond

  12. It was hard not to stare at such beauty, shimmering and opalescent in the night sky. Eden, soul of the universe. One billion lives living in perfect harmony. His home.

    “Make your choice,” the voice whispered in his ear.

    The children would be rising now, welcoming the dawn with song. His wife would yawn, stretch, her face soft with slumber.

    “Make it!” It was more urgent now, slithering over him like a curse. Lifting his head, he turned his face away from Eden, looked into the shadows.

    “You want to understand humanity?”

    “I hunger.”

    He placed his hand on the child sleeping by his side. “Him, I choose him.”

    Soft laughter in the night. The boy stirred, sat up. “Da’ what’s that? Fireworks?”

    Flame streaked the sky, the blood of a dying planet. A billion voices snuffed out.

    “Can ma see?”

    Unassailable guilt twisted. He avoided his son’s wide-eyed stare. “No.”

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