“Fall”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

#Fall was my favourite season, so it was then we’d promised to meet again, once the #south area war ended; only—Fall never returned.
This interplanetary warring had unbalanced the Cosmos.
Our reunion was under a now, new thunder of hot hail rain. #vss365 #Scifansat #Satsplat

— Fizzy-AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) September 3, 2022

#SciFanSat
Brought autumnal colors to honey our September days! Having us #fall for their winter lies so soon after their evening appearance has me questioning why I pen words, and the restless answers I naught perceived. Yet I do nothing, but wait in the inevitable loss…

— Kimberly (@bionicanadian) September 2, 2022

“Bark! Bark!”

“What’s wrong, Girl? Someone fall in that well?”

“Bark!”

He runs to the well and peers down. “There nobody—”

The dog pushes him in.

A splash. A scream. Gnawing. Then a few bloody bones are tossed up onto the ground.

“Good girl. More.”#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) September 3, 2022

Before the falling comet brushed our sky, we were one people, and we spoke the same language–world, person, love, tree, dog. After the Fall, we scattered like leaves, like seeds. We learned new words–other, enemy, war. Still we dream of a common language.#SciFanSat #fall

— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) September 3, 2022

As fall moves south on New Earth we are all taken with wonder by the colors. Reminiscent of the old days on our home planet, before tyranny, war and greed took its inevitable toll on her. A new start of bare beginnings, a promise made to art. #SciFanSat #vss365 #2WordPrompt pic.twitter.com/Xd8hcjouWZ

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) September 3, 2022

The #South is empty now, black tops sprouting weeds, masonry crumbling in gradual decline. The wind mourns their passing; their great migration.
Their detritus—plastic wrappers, scribbled desperation, wealth—fades as summer passes into fall.
It's now our home.#scifansat#vss365

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) September 3, 2022

Alone in the dark on Mars. Counting falling stars. A robot writes a poem about space goddesses. #SciFanSat #scifisat

— Irene (@_Irene_Dreams_) September 3, 2022

"It's been a long time."

They size each other up. The titan stares down at the human.

"I should have killed your puny ass the last time we met."

The man pulls out a slingshot and a round object that shimmers.

"Have you ever heard of David and Goliath?"#satsplat#SciFanSat

— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) September 3, 2022

Though directions have no meaning here, I call this land the #South. Enormous trees dot the meadows, wide like chestnuts, their purple fibrous leaves reminding me of Spanish moss. I discovered too late they sting like jellyfish. The fall nearly killed me.#SciFanSat #vss365

— Lɪʙʙʏ Dᴏʏʟᴇ (@LibbyDoyle9) September 3, 2022

Shoe scuffing against the edge of the roof, she shivered. Headlights streamed below, meteors in the dark.
“Nowhere to run,” he said.
Not quite. She pitched back, falling.
Shadows swarmed up to meet her, a shadow-wrought dragon winged into the night, her in its talons.#scifansat

— R.S.Bass is writing (@RebBassWrites) September 3, 2022

One shooting star falls in the southern sky bejeweled with constellations. We ooh and aah.

Another falls, and another. We weep as stars fall away until the sky is dark. The moon crumbles to bits. We cannot find each other. We only hear others’ sobs.#SciFanSat #SciFiSat #vss365

— Danielle Ste. Just (@DanielleSteJust) September 3, 2022

"Travel #south," the blind woman whispered, "and you will doubtless #fall."

The King laughed. "You #peer into a #well and foresee The #Brotherhood victorious? Foolish crone." Three days later he choked on his own blood as the blade sang.#vss365 #2WordPrompt #vssmagic #scifansat pic.twitter.com/2YDuDskNn4

— That Burnt Writer 🇺🇦 (@ThatBurntWriter) September 3, 2022

It #dawned on me too late that things had gone #south. I'd ride this dead, #falling space rock for the rest of my air.

Just a few more tinny breaths before I join you in the great between of those stars stretched wide like a waiting hug.#Vss365 #Scifansat #Satsplat #Vssdaily

— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) September 3, 2022

The ice fairy gathered as many icicles as she could find hanging on the branches -the glittering tears of winter to be used as weapons.

'We'll drop them from a great height. As they #fall,we'll swoop in from the south 2 attack our captors! Seasons must change!'#SciFanSat #vss365

— Elizabeth Spring (@ESWarriorPoet) September 3, 2022

He turned his gaze to the water. Black, moonlit waves, rising and #falling. Eternal movements. Here, at the prow, the sensation of being on a ghost ship was even stronger. Heading #south or anywhere, the ocean’s nocturnal melody soft, more a purr than a growl. #SciFanSat #vss365

— Thelma takes a break 🖊️ 📖 🖤 (@ThelmaMantey) September 3, 2022

#SciFanSat
He didn't believe the rumors that a #fall in the dry well meant strange doom: it's his escape. Already in deep trouble, what's worse than risking it all going #south?
Jumping into the darkness he recalled what his peer warned.
"No second chances."#vss365#2WordPrompt

— aran (@AranPotente) September 3, 2022

Spinning above #Pilposto ring I attempt to control my #fall, pointing my toes #south towards the artificial atmosphere.
Sky and land blend, racing past my visor.
I brace for my #reunion with the ground & prepare to meet my maker.#vss365 #Achtenwrite #SciFanSat#SatSplat pic.twitter.com/YNr1BcIKkw

— 🤩 Debbie Iancu-Haddad – is done editing Tar&Bone (@debbieiancu) September 3, 2022

I have deviated from my path again, lured by the twinkling faces of faeries to the #south.

Upon closer inspection, I see they are laughing demons and I followed them all the way to the edge of this abyss.

I stare down. Gazing. Ready to fall. #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Ellen✍K – in the gutter, looking at the stars (@poeticnihilist) September 3, 2022

There was a knock on the door. I was filled with dread as I opened it to find my old college roommate, Jeff, who was Emperor of the Galaxy for a few years.
"The Empire will never fall. It's just going through a rough patch. You got a couch?"#BadWordSat #satsplat #SciFanSat

— Paul Briggs (@paulproofreader) September 3, 2022

Watching the moon fall—the most beautiful and terrifying thing she's ever seen. In her last few minutes, she sits on the beach, watching and writing haiku in the sand. An enormous chunk of the moon lands in the ocean, and the tidal wave comes.#SciFanSat #fall

— Kimberly K (@BlueIris5432) September 3, 2022