#SciFanSat
— Kimberly (@bionicanadian) July 15, 2022
Heart rhythmically beating, I hear the sound of love in echoes of chambered harmony.. Robot I, lies for I'm the colors of existence birthed from two souls #yearn(ing) for their feelings to be the shape of them in the breath of me… Aliens, learn to probe correctly!
Born with a #yearn-ing to be big & bright like the others, but it was shy.
— Fizzy-AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) July 16, 2022
To #address the issue it went on boldly tho blindly.
Reaching the outer regions of space—colliding into the wing of a gigantic Angel.
It fell fast becoming a falling star—instead.#vss365 #SciFanSat
I saw her burn a man's remains outside the post office after he'd joked about cooking my brother's liver. He might've been a someone before things went bad, but that discord was a yearning for a different coin. Our materfamilias. Always tested. #SciFanSat #WeirdMicro #vss365
— Lexi Lefevre (@LexiIsAWriter) July 16, 2022
We were born here, the Ship is our world. Why would we yearn for the hills of old Earth, when we can build our own clouds in the sky.#SciFanSat #yearn
— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) July 16, 2022
Along the edge of clouds
— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) July 16, 2022
addressing the death
of innovation
Sophisticated yearning
on the periphery
of sentiment
Fortunately stranger things
radiate from carnage
than the samba beat
of truth#vss365 #FromOneLine 215#SciFanSat #SciFiFri pic.twitter.com/6LrYwrabeT
I yearned to be loved. When I found the Jinn, I wished her into my lover.
— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) July 16, 2022
Her subverted will filled me with guilt. I reversed my first wish with a second minutes later, and my last wish freed her of the lamp.
“I can love a kind man,” she said, staying.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt
"Welcome to the last #address, the end of the universe, where all the longitudes of time and possibility meet. I spool up each one for my display. You can find one for any #yearning."
— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) July 16, 2022
I looked for one where I hadn't let you get on that bus.#vss365 #scifansat #satsplat #vsspic pic.twitter.com/eIVrWZr4nW
“We must #address the 800-pound Altairian Bloodworm in the room.”
— Alan Vincent Michaels (@AlanVMichaels) July 16, 2022
“Why, captain? It’s dead.”
“Exactly, private. Clean up this mess.”
“I #yearn for the days before we discovered aliens are everywhere.”
“And I #yearn for less jawing, more cleaning.”#SciFanSat#VSS365#SciFi pic.twitter.com/V8NQhBXmFo
The inhabitants of a certain blue backwater planet in the Western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy yearned for a more fashionable address. #SciFanSat #vss365
— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) July 16, 2022
#SciFanSat
— aran (@AranPotente) July 16, 2022
In the dark he hid, his young heart subverted by the rage of an old fool whose guilt he knew nothing about. How he'd #yearn to escape his personal hell.
The soft #address startled him.
"Say the word, I'll get you to my world."
"Do it!"
He vanished.#vss365#2WordPrompt
they are our confessors
— (Quiet) Storm ☽✪☾ (@MadQueenStorm) July 16, 2022
those distant worlds we see
shining in the firmament of heaven
and we, our souls uncloaked
yearn to reach them
to feel their deep arcane vibrations
within every fissure of our beings#poetry #microstory #mywords #scifansat pic.twitter.com/LK2mtIVdl5
All time travel dilettantes yearn for an address on Sal Ville Row. There, you can eat tteokbokki from a 21st century food cart, buy a newspaper from an early 20th century newsboy, and drool over glittering gems gleaned from 24th century space mining.#SciFanSat #vss365 #SciFiSat
— Danielle Ste. Just (@DanielleSteJust) July 16, 2022
Steeped in shadow
— 🤩 Debbie Iancu-Haddad – is done editing Tar&Bone (@debbieiancu) July 16, 2022
Bathed in blood
A force of nature
Cut from the flood
I #yearn for redemption of my sins
But know I'll fail
To #address the root of evil
The hiss and crackle of magic on my skin
A kiss of fable
My tale begins#vss365 #Achtenwrite #SciFanSat #Satsplat
it is I
— Arvind Iyer (@ArvindIyer15) July 16, 2022
a weary traveler
journeying through time
who left all my yearnings
somewhere, sometime
in the matrix
of spacetime
but here I am
with no memory
of the #address
voyaging
through a sea of stars
lightyear by lightyear
eon by eon
looking for what is mine#vss365 #SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/3kcSx5bXRQ
She can still recall thinking, maybe it's love. This .. how do I keep it going?
— Fennel (@FennelSteuert) July 16, 2022
She tried. Her with her life picking microchips barehanded in a dump, carrying love like an egg in a spoon – yearning for it to fly.
When it did, a sleek spaceship cut through it.#puredoe #SciFanSat
I was a bit skeptical. She looked pretty ordinary for a witch.
— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) July 16, 2022
"What do you #yearn for?" she asked.
I showed her the picture.
"I need to know if she loves me."
She dipped her finger in the brew and tasted it.
"Son, it's time to forget about that girl."#satsplat#SciFanSat
The old wizard lazily waved a hand, and every candle exploded simultaneously, sending sprays of molten wax everywhere. Even emptied of their fuel, the chandelier and sconces burned out of control, foot-tall flames yearning to ignite the ceiling.#scifansat#satsplat#slapdashsat
— Christopher Slagle (@christopheresl2) July 16, 2022
Hard to know when I first made it happen. Maybe throwing books at my brother or tripping him in spite.
— John Everex (@EverexJohn) July 16, 2022
Using my mind.
That's the thing. Just thought about it and it happened. Later, I'd yearn for normality. Back then, it was fun. Then the night terrors began.#Satsplat#scifansat
#SciFanSat #SatSplat
— Alex (أليكس) ☪ ✝ 🌻 (@A22523) July 16, 2022
Katherine sighed. It was 100 (37.7778 C) and she yearned for ice cream, but the man in front was trying every flavor. She snapped her fingers.
The man turned into a rat. He&everyone else ran off.
Katrina smiled&went to the line. "Strawberry ice cream please."
She'd been humilated by her teacher in the classroom. A silly feud in a rural town. It was a grammatical error, mixing "you're & your". The student had yearned for an end to the bitterness. She sighed & spoke an incantation. The teacher fell dead. #BraveWrite #satsplat #SciFanSat
— Rick Milone (@rwmilone) July 16, 2022
I am continually awed by the talent and creativity of the authors that grace SciFanSat with their voices. Above are highlighted microfiction tweets that I feel exemplify that talent, all compiled from our 07.16.2022 “Yearn” prompt and event.
All tweets, art, and rights belong to their respective creators. No ownership or responsibility on my part is inferred by this post, just my admiration.
~Jason H. Abbott
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