“Yell”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

I have heard the songs the quasars sing, the old spacer said. I have heard the howls of stars around black holes, and the yell of a supernova. #SciFanSat #yell

— Voimaoy (@voimaoy) February 18, 2022

Unbreaded contrition
Spoken
in the naked light
of night
Yell out
your lessened footprints
Put your spaceship
in the sky
Annotate
these misperceptions
we constantly justify #SciFanSat #SciFiFri #vss365 #naked pic.twitter.com/YLj4VScey3

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) February 19, 2022

The mistake was supplying the crew with alcohol and too much downtime. The day it started, we found them near #naked, dipping in the moon's brine, yelling with drunken joy.
We hadn't scanned the water—not completely—and the parasites were tiny and carnivorous.#SciFanSat#vss365

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) February 19, 2022

I examine my #naked form in the reflector, the strangeness of it's curves, the soft spongy flesh.

My ears, in particular, look grotesque but inside I know the transmitter is safe and padded to protect me from the yells of human suffering our species can hear.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Ellen✍K (@poeticnihilist) February 19, 2022

We found tears in Ace Jr.'s mattress, old & new. A faint scream came from the gash in the middle but none dared entreat or approach despite our sheer naivety. Intuition is more powerful; & ours legged from that joint to finish our jobs in the mail room. #SciFanSat #BraveWrite

— Lexi Lefevre (@LexiIsAWriter) February 19, 2022

He throws his punch to finish me. “You have no power!”

My ass kicked, I catch his fist one-handed. “I do.”

“How—”

“Old school anime protagonist power.”

“That’s impossible! The gigaton force of that punch was, was…”

“Say it!” I yell.

“Over 9,000!!!”#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) February 19, 2022

I awoke from another strange dream, yelling something about finding The Book of Arrizio.

"Arrizio was a time traveler," my robot assistant said.

"He thought Time was on his side, but it killed him. Literally. A clock fell on his head."#SciFanSat

— Irene 💙 (@_Irene_Dreams_) February 19, 2022

time travelling dreamers
these heroes of lost ages
in stasis

we want to know
too much

a leathered warrior
yells for gunpowder & wine
as he wakes

he who holds a gingko leaf
rises smiling words
silence was a true friend#ScifaikuSaturday #SciFanSat #turningthephrase #vssnature

— Jenny Gaitskell (@JennyGaitskell) February 19, 2022

Pulled on the hood, gloves. No part could be #naked, exposed. Earth had been habitable, something had lived there. She started out, a pink blistered hand, remnants of flesh on parts, some bits just bone. She wanted to retch, #yell, scream but they needed data.#SciFanSat #vss365

— Latte Thinking (@lattethinking) February 19, 2022

"He's on the castle walls, #naked, #yell-ing about the #old realm's #power and #fate."

"Five minutes' peace," sighed #GrumpySwearyFairy. "That's all. Oi! Henry! Stop it with that %^&!ing flag, it's not patriotic, you dirty little toad!"#vss365 #vssmagic #2WordPrompt #SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/pOZOTyGqpZ

— That Burnt Writer (@ThatBurntWriter) February 19, 2022

Damn alarm made Rita spill her joe. She slapped on her helmet. “Shoulda been a scientist,” she grumbled, then ran to the call. Turned out to be a #naked Sythian, high on Rev, yelling about space bugs. She aimed her tranq.
“Then again, I’d miss all the fun.”#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Lɪʙʙʏ Dᴏʏʟᴇ (@LibbyDoyle9) February 19, 2022

I #yenk the tattered & ruined dress
"I can't go to the ball to meet the prince like this. I'd rather be #naked, " I #yell
"OK, calm down. Catch"
Pink lady tosses me a spray can labeled 'Ballgown Spray – for dresses lighter than air'#AchtenWrite #vss365 #SciFanSat #satsplat pic.twitter.com/XK3a6z900c

— 🤩 Debbie Iancu-Haddad 📚📝 (@debbieiancu) February 19, 2022

We just wanted a skin sample from the beast. But when our probe wounded it, it yelled.
Thing about gas giants is, when something yells, EVERYTHING hears. Now a billion monsters are rising from the depths of Jupiter, and our ship is naked to their wrath.
Oops.#vss365 #scifansat

— Paul Briggs (@paulproofreader) February 19, 2022

#SciFanSat
A shaky peace took hold so far.
But when the old voice at the tower shattered the silence of the night, his #yell pierced through hearts arousing #naked fear.
How long could they detain him, his power of mayhem restrained, his rule never to return?#vss365#2WordPrompt

— aran (@AranPotente) February 19, 2022

The ancient one yells into the abyss. At the dawn of time, his love fled, on the vanguard of creation. She moves away from him at the speed of the cosmos, unaware of his lusty calls. For, despite his unfathomable power, in space no one can hear him scream.#SciFanSat #Satsplat

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) February 19, 2022

Shaman

When the time has passed to rest,
wide eyed
my #naked soul yearns
to #yell,
cellular membranes crying,
dying from intensity;
burns and cinders of magical
residue remaining
as stains on my totem heart.

Carve me out again.#atreyasverse #SciFanSat #vss365 #TheDarqueBard pic.twitter.com/nJ6KJRowoa

— James Matthew Byers (@TheDarqueBard) February 19, 2022

Cavorting with the aliens wasn't allowed, much less falling in love with them. They were locked in separate cages 6 feet apart and left in an inhospitable region without food or water.
Defiant, she #yell-ed "I love you." and he replied, "I love you, too." #satsplat#SciFanSat

— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) February 19, 2022

The #Yell were difficult to communicate with. They were so LOUD! In the dense hydrogen and helium atmosphere of their planet they had to be heard over vast distances.

Three ships were lost to assumed sonic attacks before it was understood they were just saying "hi."#SciFanSat

— David Ratledge (@DavidRatledge) February 19, 2022

He knew the old saying, that in space, no one could hear him scream. That didn't stop him from yelling obscenities into the blackness. He'd lost control of another tool and had to watch helplessly as he moved away from it.#SciFanSat (yell)

— Debbie Cribb Owens (@CribbOwens) February 19, 2022

There's a "Dear Bob" suggestions box in the soul closet filled w/ sardonic entreats submitted by exhausted Agents yelling at Bob. Some are more lighthearted, though, like the Naked Thursdays request (souls being formless and whatnot).#bravewrite #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Occam Razor (aka the Truant Memphis nerd) (@BeKindHumans) February 19, 2022