23rd #SatSunTails

Welcome to the twenty-third #SatSunTails microfiction 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 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)
  • Monday 11am GMT is the expected closing time for entries BUT the competition will be open until I put a ‘competition closed’ comment so you may be able to slip something in (because I’m extra kind like that). Got 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.


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.

Today’s Prompt!

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

“all about exposure”

And here is your picture prompt:

& good luck!

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8 thoughts on “23rd #SatSunTails”

  1. I don't know what on earth you were thinking! You know that if you use your magic on national freaking television the whole world may be in peril. Rory went over this. Didn't Watson go over it as well. Merlyn, get this in your head, I don't use my psychosis in public unless absolutely necessary. Its only fair if you don't either. We are all in jeopardy here. Watson, Rory, Me, and you Merlyn. Madox is out there and he is looking for us. He's looking for magic. There is no way to save your self. You will drown under pressure.

    Maddox's whole plan consists of the exposure of magic. He feeds off og magic. And that is all you are Merlyn, Magic. To get power and to get his ass off my back i will expose you if you can't have the courtesy to think about others for once.

    Words: 150
    Twitter: @HugAHedgeHog

  2. I yelled, “No guts, no glory! No pain, no gain!” and took three steps, launching myself off the diving board, trying to land pancake flat on the water. I hit so flat, the water knocked the breath right out of me.

    Her bucket list was gonna kill me someday. “It’s all about exposure to feeling. Breathing. Touching. Laughing. Crying. Ecstasy. Pain. Life!”

    She was part of my heart and soul. I was not whole without her. So I promised I would walk by her side through her bucket list. Even enduring exposure to things like experiencing a belly flop off a diving board.

    When I got to the side of the pool, I was pink, from my chest to my knees. Mother, but that hurt. But she was laughing that magic laugh of hers. And I knew, if she asked, I’d do another belly flop. Just for her.

    150 Words

  3. “Penny, Penny, hold still.”

    Jamie tiptoed toward her Golden Retriever. The dog, a puppy really, squatted on her haunches, her ears folded back. The snow and ice beneath Jamie creaked in ways that made her breath catch.

    “Come here!” she ordered, pointing to the ice in front of her. The dog growled.

    “Penny, please,” she called in desperation. “It’s cold. Come into the house.”

    Jamie had her ungloved hands under her armpits. She wanted Penny to be able to smell her.

    Since losing her brother a year ago, Jamie had hated coming to the cabin, to the lake, feeling lonely without him. Penny was her Christmas present, her new companion. Short lived if the dog froze outside.

    Jamie shifted her weight once more, the dog still several yards away. “Penny?”

    She didn’t even have a chance to scream as the ice broke beneath her and she was plunged into the freezing water.

    152 words

  4. It was all about exposure. He knew what they had done and he had exposed it all. He gave the police hundreds of photos of illegal activities and gave the FBI dozens of incriminating recordings. It was enough to provide the basis for the conviction of at least twenty people on at least fifty charges – enough to put some of them away for life and even enough to condemn a few to Death Row.

    He did NOT know, however, that the law-enforcement authorities to whom he had supplied all the information were the leaders of the whole thing. The evidence WAS there, but he had not made the actual connections.

    He had exposed them and now they were exposing him – exposing him to the waters of the Gulf of Mexico off Tampa Bay and to its sharks.

    If he were lucky, he'd drown before the sharks got to him.

    150 Words

  5. Still breathless with excitement, Anne couldn’t believe her luck. Of all the girls auditioning, she was the one chosen.

    The dark backdrop complimented her skin tones, and the beautiful golden bikini she wore. Dazzled by lights she couldn’t see the photographer clearly, but she stood poised to take the next step on her modelling career.

    Ignoring the goosebumps and the cold of the room, she focused on his clipped instructions, and gave herself up to the camera. Her nerves buzzed in response to the whirring that captured her image. A sudden “Now!” echoed around the studio, and water crashed over body.

    Anne gasped in shock, bending and throwing her hands out as if she could ward off the deluge. Her horror and misery intensified as heard the photographer growl, “Perfect!”

    Her mum had always said, “Clawing your way to the top, it’s all about exposure”, but this wasn’t the kind of exposure she meant.

    154 words


  6. The girl toppled, flopping almost gracefully over the side of the ship into the water. Her arm was the last thing to disappear and then she was gone, under the waves.
    ‘You didn’t have to do that.’ Stephen muttered.
    Mira shrugged and glanced down at the still smoking pistol in her hand. ‘I know I didn’t. But she broke the rules.’
    Mutineers were not welcome on her ship, she prided herself on having a loyal crew and the foolish girl she had just dispatched of had threatened to ruin all that. A cold smirk tweaked at her lips as she looked around at the scared faces of her shipmates. They were afraid of her… Good.
    It was better to be feared than loved. Fear kept people in check.
    ‘I had to make an example out of her. It’s all about exposure to what happens when people dare to cross me.’

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