14th #SatSunTails

Welcome to the 14th Hunger G-

Oh wait… Wrong competition…

Welcome to the fourteenth #SatSunTails micro fiction competition.

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.


  • Post stories/poems in the comments
  • Stories/poems 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 1pm 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.

I ask you to enclose your twitter handle or tumblr address if you have one as this will give readers places to find your other work/engage with you and it will also help to praise you if you win.

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


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

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

Guest Judge!

This week we also have the lovely @timonysouler as guest judge. She’s a bit rabid but her prettiness and style make up for her insanity.

Today’s Prompt!

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

“blending in [the/your/his/her/our etc] soul”

And here is your picture prompt:

& good luck!

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5 thoughts on “14th #SatSunTails”

  1. “Shh”

    The flickering candle-flame barely lit our passage, but that didn't matter so much; she led me by the hand. We had stopped for a moment, and she scolded me for the noise that came from my breathing. It was barely audible – just loud enough to mask what she was trying to show me.

    “Do you hear it?”
    “Hear what?”

    I did, and heard nothing at first. Slowly, however, I heard something else. It wasn't one sound, rather a thousand sounds merging together making one blanket of noise.

    “We're close, come on.”

    We moved further through the tunnel, travelling in silence. The turbulence grew louder, then quieter again. Another light illuminated the passageway, an outside light.

    Stepping outside, the light was painful at first. For a brief moment, the storm had faded and the clouds parted.

    “We can't stay, Mama says the air'd make you ill.” She whispered, and we departed.

    155 words

  2. I'd come here to die, but upon realizing that the sky's once fathomless, aphotic depths had been broken by the damnable light of a horrible new day, I sighed the angry breath of the newly living once again.

    "Why won't you allow me to die?!" I screamed, expecting the dried parchment whisper of the doctor to answer me with his familiar taunt, but there was no answer, no sound at all.

    The air left my lungs with frustrated force, but in those pulmonary twitches was a wheeze of confusion as well. Surrounded by the cyclopean crags, I searched with increasing anxiety for a second set of footprints. The doctor was never here.

    This, I determined, is what he had always hoped for. The Icct Hedral solution no longer needed to be administered in order to bring me back. It was a part of me now, perfectly blended with my soul.

    150 words.


  3. Dawn is coming. Sooth, alone in all the Night, is blind. Sooth alone can see the coming day.

    He sits on the mountaintop and waits. Light warmth filters through the cold of Night. In the valleys and dens below the people reveled in the sickening weight of sin. Sooth’s body is worn by altitude, wind and cold—a small price to keep his spirit free.

    For years mystical wisdom was ascribed to the blind hermit of the mountain and there were people who would climb the sharp rocks to hear him speak. However the climb was hard and life below was easy. In time people stopped coming.

    Now at last Dawn shattered the dome of the sky and illuminated the world ruled by Night. The people were made blind by the light blending in Sooth’s soul and opening his eyes.

    Sooth wept, the world stretched before him, glorious and terrible.

    150 words

  4. The clouds, mountains and valley were black, like foreboding premonitions blending together in your soul. I watched, wings extended, hanging in the sky. Beams of light ripped a hole in the black, illuminating the valley and mountains below.

    Little flecks of silver metal appeared in the light, forming a circle. Then a second circle of flakes grew, passing the first, and spreading out of sight in all directions. Four large metal fragments appeared, and spread to the four points of the compass.

    The source of the light appeared. A white and silver ship, half the size of a mountain, settled onto the ground. A ring of openings appeared at its base. Thousands of bits of metal came out of it. Surrounding it.

    The humans and their war machines had arrived. I looked to the sky, and screamed. A scream that split the air, warning everyone.

    The war would soon begin.

    150 words

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