54th #SatSunTails #Microfiction #Competition!


Today’s Picture Prompt

(as chosen by today’s guest judge)

(Photo credit)

Today’s Word Prompt!

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

sibling rivalry

Read on for the rules!


  • You may enter as soon as this post appears.
  • Post entries in the comments – you may simultaneously display them on your personal blog etc but please show a link back to this competition post.
  • Stories must be 150 words – margin of 5 words either side – AND based on the picture and written prompts.
  • Entry titles do not count towards the word count.
  • Only one entry per entrant.
  • 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 usual 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 judge/s – 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.


The Judge

This week’s judge is…


Storyteller, Writer, Broadcaster, BAFTA Judge and all round Pedagogist. Interested in Games, Plagiarism, Social Effects of Technology, oh and Plagiarism.

My blog is at http://doctormikereddy.com/ which has details on a flash fiction compo, #TicckleTuesday, I’ve started using the 30 sec video blogging service http://ticckle.com/

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The more people that hear about #SatSunTails, the more entries there are and the better the competition becomes!

So What Are You Waiting For?

Go on. Have a go!

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8 thoughts on “54th #SatSunTails #Microfiction #Competition!”

  1. Some of my teammates have tried this prompt before. This is my first time. I'm Wanda from @UndeadNether. My story is exactly 150 words.


    The words “sibling rivalry” did not exist in conjunction in the case of Mo Pfaff and her sister Wynonna “Wyn” Publius.
    Here at the funeral of Wyn’s twin Hugh “Buddy” Affini, the bond between the sisters grew stronger than ever.
    Mo had been a mother to Wyn and Buddy from the time she was twelve years old and the twins were three. The trio became orphans when the unsinkable Titanic sank and their parents drowned.
    The children were adopted by a couple who presented as sweet and loving, but who really wanted free labor. They took the Affini siblings to Nebraska and put them to work on their farm. In spite of all the chores she had to do, Mo excelled in school. She told marvelous stories to cheer her brother and sister before bedtime.
    On Mo’s nineteenth birthday, the trio fled their adoptive parents and went south to Florida.


  2. Title: Margaret's Suicide Letter (Margaret is the smaller of the two in the picture left with this letter).

    Eighty four years. My sister and I have been competing against one another literally since birth. We were born fighting to see who would be first.

    There wasn’t anything that was off limits when it came to our sibling rivalry. Our parents affections, boyfriends, school, etc. were all part. We’ve gone years without speaking to one another, but always keeping an eye out for what the other was doing to ensure they were not doing it better than the other.

    We were the best wives until one of us strayed then competed to see who could be the best adulterer. I won that one by having five affairs before my ex-husband found out.

    In the end I thought I won. Killed my sister and got away with it. Three months later, I realize my mistake. Without her to compete there is no point. So in the end, she wins.


    150 words –
    Carlos S. del Castillo
    twitter: mrdlcastle

  3. "Dearest Mama"
    by Dr. Mike Reddy (@doctormikereddy)
    [150 words, inelligible]

    Dearest Mama,

    I write this knowing that you will not read my letter unless I die before you. If the curse of outliving your offspring, if not your shame, is avoided then I will have this placed in your tomb to read at St Peter's pleasure.

    In the Afterlife will we be able to talk as mother and daughter. Mortality has cast you as sister only, but such a sister I cannot fault. Only in the Hereafter will we both be freed from Sin, and the guilt of a child born out of wedlock. Your mother, who raised me as hers, only betrayed your trust in death, as the unnamed brute did for you in Life.

    I do not know if you loved him, or he you, but I know I was loved more than I knew. To have me near and yet so far.

    Your faithful sister/daughter,


  4. Title: "The Elite Studios Fire Mystery"
    by Tim Smith (@GasheadAu)
    150 words

    Miss Eliza Kemp's "Elite" photographic studio on the High Street stood opposite her brother Mr Nicholas Kemp's portrait painting studio. One Wednesday night in September 1898, Miss Eliza Kemp's establishment was mysteriously razed by a singular conflagration.

    Legend has it that the ground on which it stood was even sewn with salt.

    Mr Nicholas Kemp, also a local justice of the peace in the seaside town made comment to the local newspaper, The Argus & Echo. He said, "This is a terrible crime against property and commerce. PC Marling will take to the case immediately following his successful policing of our Beach in Bloom competition this weekend and our world famous Pier Princess Pageant the following weekend!"

    Miss Kemp, in company with her longtime companion Miss Lucy Young, left the town and started a new business in London in October 1898.

    No one has ever been convicted of setting the fire.

  5. Sam Coleman
    154 words.


    They met upon the crest of the hill in the shade of a great apple tree overlooking the sea. Lilith moved up beside the old woman wearing a similar aged human form herself. A sign of respect or mockery, it mattered little now.

    ‘I never truly believed he had died all those years ago and to think the world will remember him aged only to 930’

    Lilith tapped her old human nose with a finger ‘We know better’

    ‘I take it you come here for vengeance’ she spoke softly.

    Lilith was silent a while looking down upon the grave.

    ‘My revenge died with him, we were never enemies you and I, rivals perhaps’ she smiled ‘I came to say it is done between us now sister’

    She stayed beside his grave long after Lilith left faithful wife that she was and deep within the apple tree even a serpent bowed its head in respect.

  6. @needanidplease
    150 words

    Forever Sisters

    The curtain came down, but the thundering applause continued. Ginny and I walked to the center stage from the opposite wings and struck the final pose again. The cameras clicked, locking our proud faces in an eternal embrace. The travails of loving and feuding sisters, tearful confessions, and the dramatic finale! For three hours we held the audience under a spell.

    It wasn’t easy to play the character forty years older than myself. But I auditioned with determination of someone fighting for life. It was my only chance to act opposite the living legend that may or may not live long enough to act again. Sadly, that wasn’t my only motivation. My singular devotion garnered me the award for the best actress.

    Reporters ask me for the secret of my success. I push back the tears as I try not to think of my estranged sister and my incomplete life.

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