29th #SatSunTails

Welcome to the #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. 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.

This Week’s Guest Judge

Angelica Dawson!

This week we have a guest judge who is launching her new novella today. She’s providing a copy of this novella, Blue Moon House, as a prize to the winner of this week’s competition.

Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

You can find her here:

Author Site
On Facebook

A little bit about Blue Moon House:

Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House. Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost. Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again. Eventually her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive to dominant and vampire.


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:-

“submissive control”

And here is your picture prompt:

& good luck!

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8 thoughts on “29th #SatSunTails”

  1. Artistic Process

    She resided in a realm having no need of substance or presence. For her purposes on this occasion, she adopted the form of an adult female of the bipedal humanoid sub-type. Since she’d be giving birth to something entirely new and wondrous, she found it fitting. It was the female of that species who gave life. This very much suited her mood as she began.

    Concentrating, she breathed forth a bubble of the amorphous, quiescent vapors from which her creations were made. Its existence, at this phase, was exquisitely tenuous and would remain so as it evolved through the process.

    As countless eons passed it would solidify and eventually come to be durable. It would remain under her submissive control until she felt it prudent to release it and observe its beauty in a wild, unfettered state. The only question remaining now was with what, if anything, she would choose to populate this newest world?

    155 words @klingorengi

  2. Blowing chewing gum bubbles, Anna stood with her back pressed against the damp wall, shivering with cold, and imagined a world submissive to her control. The purpling bruises and black eye gave lie to her daydreams, and she flinched with each glistening car that crawled past her in the persistent drizzle.

    Anna didn't want to admit defeat; to creep back to her family. Had home really been so bad? She'd wanted her freedom; to escape her parents' petty rules. But now she sold her freedom every night just to get enough to eat.

    A car slowed down and stopped. A furtive face looked out the driver's window, and hunger shone in its eyes. This was her moment. One that could change the course of her life.

    She stood poised, balanced on the edge of two possible futures. Anna turned and walked away. She'd go home, one of the lucky ones, and start again.

    153 words

  3. Bottoms

    The brat was back again.
    She sat on the edge of the bed and twirled her pigtails, barely acknowledging that I was in the room. The sexiness of her cheerleader uniform was tempered by the awful smacking of her gum chewing. She knew I hated that. It ruined an otherwise perfectly beautiful mouth.
    “Suck me,” I commanded.
    She giggled and blew a bubble with her gum. As it popped, she sassed back, “make me.”
    I wandered to the dresser and picked up a wooden hairbrush. The look in her eyes said everything; fear mixed with excitement. “I’ve spanked you twice already tonight, young lady. Your disobedience is getting old.”
    “I’m sorry, Master. Please?” The look of need in her eyes sent an electric spark through my groin.
    “Fine,” I whispered. “But you’re taking the kids to school in the morning.”
    My love. My wife. The “Brat.”

    146 words

  4. She paused, her gum bursting with flavour. Working her jaw, the large cube down became a soft ball in her mouth.

    “Hold still,” she said, taking a piece out and pressing it to face sculpted in front of her.

    Most artists worked in clay. She found when she added clay to a piece, it either fell off or she pressed too hard and ruined the initial shape. Gum was naturally sticky, easy to shape, and gave her works a distinctive smell.

    “That’s it,” she encouraged her model. The boy, although submissive now, had some control over the final piece. He had chosen the pose, but now he had to remain in it.

    “There!” She turned the statuette around so eight year-old Jason could see. The piece was marbled in colour, pink, green and white. She’d managed to get enough strawberry that his whole face was pink.

    “That’s all gum? Gross!”

    150 words

  5. My mouth ached with exhaustion after holding the bubble for ten minutes while Mr. Zonderman circled, appraising my posture, poking with stiff fingers where he saw flaws. Few singers got to meet the instructor, never mind getting a personal test. He only took on one new student a year, and I wanted it.

    "You must subjugate your body as you surrender your will to my teaching."

    His eyes scanned my body, appraising me like a piece of art. Did someone turn the heat up in here? Crimson red spread across my face as I forced my down-turned eyes to meet his.

    "Talent. Effort. Desire. These things matter, but commitment is key. We will spend a lot of time together, are you committed? This I must know. Now."

    Committed to what? Singing or him? The heat rose as I nodded in submission to his control, becoming his student. What have I done?

    @Leo_Godin 150 words

  6. Bubblegum

    Geoff took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He rubbed his hands together and stepped into the house.

    It was seventeen days since Melanie had awoken in the basement. Her clothes hung torn and dirty from her battered limbs. The manacle upon her ankle dug deep.
    A clock upon the wall struck the hour, it's constant ticking a reminder of what was to come.
    She reluctantly picked a clump of gum from the wall. The gum he insisted she chew and blow during his perverse roleplay.
    The clunk of the heavy lock that secured the basement door made her heart jump. The door swung open and her captor stood rubbing his hands.
    Melanie's eyes darted to the corner of the room where a broken stool lay.
    She blew a tasteless, gritty gum bubble.
    Behind her back she tightened her grip upon a crudely sharpened stool leg.

    Wordcount: 150

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