“Blame”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

The baby black hole at the center of the galaxy voraciously devoured stars and moons. It was a dark matter of discussion throughout the Universe. Who can blame it for doing what black holes do? an ancient moon said just before it was devoured, too. #scifansat #scifisat

— Irene 💫 (@_Irene_Dreams_) February 27, 2021

This 1 shlocky gown in grans’ attic, I thought stunning.
I put it on, the air turned hot & suddenly I was at a ball;
“Princess, the King awaits. Don’t worry, you’re not at blame.”
Shocked into silence by grans’ secret, I followed him. #vss365#2wordprompt#scifansat#satsplat

— FizzyV20.21’sJustAsaurus🦕 (@Fizzytwizler) February 27, 2021

"Blame your Gods, for they cloaked you with gowns so weak. They stitched you together from discarded relics, you are nothing but cobbled antiques. Pathetic creatures, not knowing the limitations of your physique, & to think you thought your species was unique." #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Valiente Rook | Poet • Writer (@valienterook) February 27, 2021

Blame the spring air that the young monk smiled at the shepherd boy, how their eyes met, and their hands touched. Blame the spring for their kiss.#sciFanSat #blame

— Voimaoy (@voimaoy) February 27, 2021

"Well, you can't $%&*ing #blame me," said #GrumpySwearyFairy.

"I mean, I didn't know the #gown had a #resonance with the #underworld, and she'd turn into a demon at midnight. It *was* funny watching Prince Charming $#!* himself though…"#vss365 #vssMagic #vssDreams #scifansat pic.twitter.com/Bgb5HAuKsX

— That Burnt Writer (@ThatBurntWriter) February 27, 2021

She sits atop the throne of her father, her feet swinging carefree below her childish dress

Soon she will don the #gown of her mother, just as they wanted. But they will find no forgiveness

She will sift the ashes of blame

They haven't seen her eyes of fire#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Anna✨💫✨ (@annaburnswrites) February 27, 2021

Spacecraft

I do not blame the #gown,
I do not blame the dance.
I do not seek the crown
Of hidden circumstance.
Another time and place,
The muddy waters bleed
An alien, my face,
Misfortunes of good deed.#vss365 #SciFanSat #BardBits #TheDarqueBard pic.twitter.com/KFtiPaTdvq

— James Matthew Byers (@TheDarqueBard) February 27, 2021

Luna appeared majestic in her #gown-like garb of gleaming rainbow luminescence.
"I cannot #blame humans for worshipping Eeri w/ his appealing promises."
Amari lent her understanding.
"Given free will, they believe they can control destiny. He won't permit it."#vss365#SciFanSat

— aran (@AranPotente) February 27, 2021

Mom blames Uncle for passing his love of schlock monster movies on to me. For making me her weird daughter.

She doesn’t know the brotherly secret he and Dad kept. Or that werewolf hunters killed my father.

That I’ve started changing too, and I love it.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) February 27, 2021

Seismologists blamed
For poor earthquake predictions
Are quick to find fault#SciFanSat (blame) #haiku #PunKu

— Haiku Rambler (@HaikuRambler) February 27, 2021

War is a dark yet translucent canopy of yesterday's greatest regrets webbed in blame. It's thunder in machines that thread one's ears in longtime woes & more… #horrorprompt #NRRTG #SciFanSat #SciFiSat #LegacyWriting #BardBits #ShutterScares #painfulprompts #366FF #vssmagic 1/2 pic.twitter.com/3P4t3H1pe1

— Lexi Lefevre (@LexiIsAWriter) February 27, 2021

She passes a vacant-eyed man holding a sign: 'Who's to blame for the world going to hell?'
She stops. 'Who says this is hell? Why would hell have such wonderful technology?'
She goes to put her hand on his shoulder, but it passes through the hologram.#SciFansat #SlapDashSat

— Fennel (@FennelSteuert) February 27, 2021

The dead zone stretches from blackened horizons to the city's desiccated corpse. He sifts ashes with pale fingers, blame hanging from his shoulders like a ripped, blood-soaked night#gown.
"There might be a shelter—" My voice dies.
The hot wind hisses a retort.#vss365#SciFanSat

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) February 27, 2021

There's an underwater ball being held on Neptune tonight and Chimera Cunning has nothing to wear. She #blames this on the fact that there's not a single tailor in the galaxy strong enough to fit her for a gown.

The fact is she would be quite striking in one.#vss365#SciFanSat

— 🐝🕸️🧜‍♀️🌻✍️🛤️Poetry in 13🗣️🌹💫👣🌈💞 (@Poetryin13) February 27, 2021

The galaxy wore her star-spangled gown. Somewhere on her western spiral arm, a planet had died. She did not mourn its loss. It’s inhabitants deserved their fate. They had only themselves to blame. #SciFanSat #vss365

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) February 27, 2021

#SciFanSat #vss365
The docent at a retrospective in the Cosmic Hall of Blame reviews the N. American collection: deerskin & wampum gown; fox fur stole; mink coat; feather fan; blown hummingbird eggs; desiccated bees, bats & frogs; parched grasses; & heaps of mammalian bones.

— Cecily Winter: find me in the marginalia! (@winter_cecily) February 27, 2021

Clad in vintage bespoke fashion, like a femme fatale in a classic vid, she stalked her prey into a hover-car garage. She double-tapped him in the head with an old 38 special, left him twitching on the floor—in an expanding pool of claret. No spent shells, no #blame.#SciFanSat

— Alex K. Logan (@AlexKLogan) February 27, 2021

The hem of her #gown caught on their barbed tongues
As she flew through the air
Pink satin billowing
She knew who was to #blame
As laughter burst brightly
Shiny explosions of mirth
She detonated the bombs
She’d see them in hell before they took this planet#sciFanSat #vss365

— 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒟 @ 🅱🆁🅸🆃🆃🅻🅴🆆🅸🅽🅳🅾🆆🆉 (@BrittleWindowz) February 27, 2021

Impact minus twelve hours
The object just a star in a sky
Thick with the grief and prayers
Of billions begging or blaming
Through it we dance
Candlelit and glowing
Breathless against our doom
Until your gown slides off liquidly
And we compose our own dirge#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Fenrirswhiskey (@fenrirswhiskey) February 27, 2021