“Grave”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

Within the jungle, thru’ gossamers of #spider webs, lay the wreckage of a spaceship, along with an unnamed #grave. Her heart skipped, maybe there are others. Wiping sweat off her face, it all vanished—she was back in the barren Martian land, alone. #vss365 #scifansat #satsplat

— Fizzy-AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) October 8, 2022

I can feel the worms moving through the dirt toward my grave. The spiders’ legs tickle as they descend my head stone. Soon this dreary loneliness will end. Soon, I will rise. #vss365 #satsplat #SciFanSat

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) October 8, 2022

Battery low, the Rover sent. It had no concept of death or grief or lonliness. This hill on Mars would be its grave.
How beautiful that blue world, it thought. How beautiful, the stars.#SciFanSat #grave

— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) October 8, 2022

From the darkness there was a frantic scratching. The sound tore through him in a flush of goosebumps, visceral and wrong.
For a mad moment, he pictured a giant spider skittering for him.
Sweeping the flashlight, he missed the fingers clawing out of the grave.#SciFanSat #vss365

— R.S.Bass is writing (@RebBassWrites) October 8, 2022

My husband dies of infirmity and age. I’ll soon follow.

I’m used to it now.

The fading. The taste of soil. My reemergence as a woman young and different from the clay.

I dig open his grave beside mine: We die separately, but always resurrect together.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) October 8, 2022

The shift had been a long time coming. Now it was as sure as the void. Grave consequences seemed imminent as huge spiders spilled from the portal into the torchlit star chamber. The sorcerer reached for the sword as blood began to spill. #vss365 #SciFanSat #SciFiFri pic.twitter.com/63pJYzIFnV

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) October 8, 2022

I will study art, and the spider's female form, and the shape of space and of stars when they lay down on the grave. And sand, of course, sand. It is the saddest and most truthful of all things, sand, broken and broken down, until it is fine, then finer. Art.#vss365 #scifansat

— Matabu (@DarkLordMatabu) October 8, 2022

Charlotte crawled over me. I rested until the Fall moon gave energy to my bones. With my eyes fully restored, I dug myself out of my #grave. Every year it was the same. My #spider, Charlotte, perched on my shoulder, my sole companion in my quest for revenge. #vss365 #scifansat

— A.G. Lamar is querying (@AGLamar1) October 8, 2022

Ten years ago a space vessel veered off course. Cloaked, it landed undetected on a blue planet in an unknown star system. Our brethren survived years living in isolation on an uncharted island, but that place will not mark their #grave-s. We're on our way.#SciFanSat#Satsplat

— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) October 8, 2022

He'd been an evil man. Possessed, they said. He lie rotted in his grave, but his essence wasn't quite extinguished after 30 yrs. A spider had escaped thru a crack in the coffin. It crawled onto a caretaker & bit him. The caretaker soon had visions of murder. #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Rick Milone (@rwmilone) October 8, 2022

#SciFanSat
The mark of the #spider on his #grave explained half the story the other half contended various takes – some heroic but mostly villainous. His adherents tried to separate facts from myth but the truth would fade in time, his contribution forgotten.#vss365#2WordPrompt

— aran (@AranPotente) October 8, 2022

sol’s #face radiates
in wavelengths we cannot see
our #graves call to us

some huddle in caves
fear chiseled upon each #face
their #graves engulf them

one day, long from now#creatures claw into sunlight
fleeing ancient #graves#ScifaikuSaturday#SciFanSat#VSS365#SciFi pic.twitter.com/gyenE3zUfW

— Alan Vincent Michaels (@AlanVMichaels) October 7, 2022

She lets the #spiders weave her dress from sighs and whispers and unfinished poems. Gossamer folds swirl around her body, sway with the movement of her hips. The old cathedral never saw a royal bride so beautiful and so deadly, bells ringing a #grave warning. #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Laila Amado 🇺🇦 (@onbonbon7) October 8, 2022

The #grave grinds my body and belongings to the dust of immateriality. That means only my mind comes with me. Just me, my mind, and eternity. Plenty of time now to see if all that learning to appreciate, forgive and help others will work for myself.#Satsplat #Scifansat #Vsspic pic.twitter.com/OQxk62O4Y9

— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) October 8, 2022

-What the hell is that?
-Looks like a grave, sir.
-Can’t be. We’re on mars. What would be buried here?
-Maybe a big-ass spider?
-What makes you say that?
-Uh, look up there on that hill, sir.
-Run, Ed.
-Uh, how do you run in a space suit, sir? #SciFanSat #vss365

— jude roy (@juderoy29) October 8, 2022

Through icy bars, the girl watched the #spider build her web—lines and angles that glistened in the vapor of a guard’s breath. The spiders on the girl’s homeworld would die in such cold, but this one spun a masterpiece. “No grave for you, queen,” the girl said.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Lɪʙʙʏ Dᴏʏʟᴇ (@LibbyDoyle9) October 8, 2022

Unbreathed blackness, older than stars, and dense, loaded with memories of end and abandoned thoughts, old and draped across entry like web. Intelligence therein was dead, had been. Entrance woke it from the grave, and spider-like now did it move.#vss365 #scifansat

— Kevin Sand (@KevinSa07052659) October 8, 2022

Another full moon. Another night waiting.

I watch a tiny #spider spinning silken threads of a web that look like starlight. It is a fragment now but by the morning it will be whole.

"It is time," you say.

You lead me to the freshly dug grave. #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Ellen✍K – in the gutter, looking at the stars (@poeticnihilist) October 8, 2022

Tendrils snake out from the #sprite's body, a #spider's web of #grave sin. They split, #separate, #fade away.

Something invisible wraps around your leg, punctures the flesh. In your mind a voice whispers "you shouldn't have done that…"#vss365 #2WordPrompt #vssmagic #scifansat

— That Burnt Writer 🇺🇦 (@ThatBurntWriter) October 8, 2022

A few crooked trees and #spidery bushes braved the arid climate. Small hills rose from the earth, each as tall as a man. It looked as if a gigantic mole had left its marks. Or as if the ground had a skin disease.
A #grave site.
Vindt shuddered.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Thelma takes a break 🖊️ 📖 🖤 (@ThelmaMantey) October 8, 2022