56th #SatSunTails #Microfiction #Competition


Today’s Picture Prompt

Today’s Word Prompt!

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

delectable dimension/s

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…


That’s right. This week it’s me.
Sorry to disappoint, but if you are interested in being a judge like Doctor Mike Reddy or Nicole Wolverton (especially if you’re releasing a new book or having a giveaway and need blog tour stops) have been then please send me an email on the address supplied on my contact page.

How You Can Help

Give a +1 or a tumblr reblog or click the ‘tweet this’ link up on the right hand side or share from the facebook fan page or retweet from my twitter page to spread the word.

Or, even better, go on the #SatSunTails twitter search results and retweet other entrants.

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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7 thoughts on “56th #SatSunTails #Microfiction #Competition”

  1. My name is Bloomy (short for Blooming Psycho) from @UndeadNether, and I have Alliteration Fever, which I will express in 150 words.

    “It’s so lovely to be reunited with you in this delectable dimension, my darling baby brother,” a pleasantly buzzed Loretta Hicks gushed to her younger brother Dwayne as she linked her arm in his. “I hope you’ll be happy here.”
    “I am, Lola,” the slender spirit said to his stockier sister. “Why, I am so thrilled to meet all your lovely descendants. Your twin triple-great grandchildren are absolutely adorable.”
    The siblings ascended to the attic of the Netherworld Hotel, where they proceeded to examine the horde of curiosities stashed therein.
    Suddenly, Dwayne gasped and Lola screamed. From an enchanted mirror stepped the horrific vision of their hated father, who was responsible for both Lola’s murder and Dwayne’s suicide.
    When the initial shock wore off, Lola lunged at the abominable apparition, clawing at his half-rotten face.
    “You bastard!” she shrieked. “Where is my Charlie? You tell me where my son is!”

  2. ‘the oldest and strongest kind of fear’
    (A Homage to Howard Lovecraft)

    He had stood euphoric before them, his hands frenzied with his mastery of moving his music.

    It began with the strings, it had seemed to him that something repulsive whispered in the viola and the harp. Then the build, the flurry, he heard it laugh in the woodwind and roar in the drum, he was unable to stop himself, caught like his audience in the rapture of the song, consumed in the repugnant beauty of each traitorous note. The great worm twisted and writhed within the very beat of his work, from what delectable dimension of horror and allure did his talent stem?

    As the brass peaked in crescendo the answer came and his eyes opened to the true conductor, the composer of all men, he trembled realising the crimson curtains would never close again for him and he whispered in a voice not his own

    ‘The Shew must go on’

    by Sam Coleman
    151 words.

  3. … and today, we will learn how to get the most juicy and delicious meat with just a few ingredients. Most home chefs believe the trick to delicious crispy skin is in the seasoning and oil, but that’s not the case. As with all cooking, the most important work is accomplished before any food reaches your kitchen.

    The secret to this dish is how you raise your human before eating it. You may consider saving money by feeding corn and roughage, but the truly persnickety chef knows better. For best flavor, keep your human on a high-fat diet with additional coconut oil….

    Feeding and caring for him, had been expensive, but as I peel juicy layers of skin and fat from his cheeks, I can’t help but marvel at the savory taste. So crispy! Each bite a delectable dimension with unique flavor and texture.
    I just love those cooking shows.

  4. Replenishment

    He made his way, with exaggerated care, down the narrow stone stairs to the catacombs. Though this was far from the first time he had negotiated the dank passageways, he was feeling less than stellar. Perhaps, he had deliberated too long before conceding his need for…replenishment?

    That he was still capable of feeling discomfiture at the necessities of his situation was ludicrous. Quite simply, for him to continue to exist, certain sacrifices must be made. Celia was but the latest, he mused.

    She was a woman of substance in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. Of delectable dimensions and generous curves, she possessed, as well, a keen and probing intellect and a delightful zest for life and all its wonders.

    He would miss her greatly upon her passing, but the very qualities that made her so desirable promised infinite benefit to him from the infusion of life force her death would provide.

    155 words @klingorengi

  5. The Fickle Maiden

    She, of delectable dimensions and crystalline eyes, whispered softly to the team in the office. Mr. Fiddle, the CEO, walking down the hallway greeted everyone, inquired about their projects and families. The team couldn’t stop gushing over his disarming demeanor. She stared at them stoically.

    Later, in the tense, air conditioned boardroom, Mr. Fiddle, perspired under his navy blue suit. The mandate was clear, raise the bottom line in one quarter or relinquish the chairmanship.

    In the dark brooding hours between the midnight and three, Mr. Fiddle thought hard. With every passing minute, the part of his body facing her, darkened a little. Stubble appeared on that side. He was torn between the well-being of the company and his own.

    The morning sun shrouded the signs of darkness from his face. He walked into the office. He had chosen well. She, Lady Luck, smiled at him.

    The team was pink-slipped.

    150 words

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