“Light”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

The day I was caught became the end of Christmas.

To them I was a rare northern #light butterfly but I’m the Christmas oracle.
Stolen & kept in a lab, Santa can’t hear me call.

Thus, no more presents under Xmas #tree-s for any kid—good or not.#vss365 #scifansat #satsplat

— Fizzy AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) December 17, 2022

~Witness~

Lucky is the photon
that travels 2356 years
to catch your eye

You happen
to be looking up
above a #tree, to see a star
at an exact place and moment
in time,

and by simply bearing witness, #light gets a cheer
at the finish line #SciFanSat #vss365 #SciFiSat

— Flooded Ember (@FloodedEmber) December 17, 2022

Rubbing
two crystals together
Vestiges of light
assuaged the terror
Feeling the resonance
begin to dominate
and the frequency
producing the
subsonic hum
The void field
rapidly receding
with a bang
Sensation returning
to hands
that were numb #SciFanSat #SciFiFri #vss365 #bang pic.twitter.com/lylbYiteQK

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) December 16, 2022

It was veridian, a world of trees. In the mist, the light was diffused, no sun, no shadows. And in that grey light, their own faces, primordial and beautiful. #SciFanSat #light #Vss365 #trees

— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) December 17, 2022

From the corner of her eye, she tracked the flickering lights dancing among the trees. Following.
What were they? And were they dangerous?
They were keeping just far enough away that she couldn’t pick out details. Unease slipped through her as she kept moving.#scifansat #vss365

— R.S.Bass is querying (@RebBassWrites) December 17, 2022

~
Light shatters through
the bones of our cathedral,
like skeletal trees

Decaying brides to be,
chosen by this darkening city
to live without hope
~#vss365 #tree#SciFanSat #poetry pic.twitter.com/ClUC1FItVs

— Winter Rose (@Rose_in_Frost) December 17, 2022

She licks blood off her fingers in the dark. “Are you a superhero?”

“Not really,” he says. “I just can make my eyes glow.”

Dracula’s Daughter lunges. “Lame.”

She burns in the beam of his daylight stare. “A lame superhero, but a great vampire hunter.” #SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) December 17, 2022

Asche steered his horse through the #trees, left and right, seemingly at random. A thick layer of leaves covered the ground. Utter calm surrounded them. Not for the first time, it struck Vindt how much he loved woods, the dampened #light, the sounds, the smell.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Thelma is nearing the and 🖊️ 📖 🖤 (@ThelmaMantey) December 17, 2022

The morning light shone on the colossal behemoth, giving it a godlike aura. It passed by the farm walking towards the city, indolent. I observed it from the rooftop of our rusty car chassis by the tree.
No one believed me until too late.#scifansat #vss365 #SciFiSat pic.twitter.com/GZt8O35iKq

— Luis (@elauraeterea) December 17, 2022

In the month of December, the star pulses and flickers atop the tree, a beacon of hope and light. For the other 11, it sits forgotten in the box of ornaments under the stairs, silently sending its signal to the mothership, which inches closer each passing year. #vss365 #SciFanSat

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) December 17, 2022

"You know that if you climb to the top of the tallest #tree in the world, you can touch the light from the stars?" my mother whispered to me as I slipped into sleep.

I dreamt of climbing through dark, felt leaves brush my skin, closer, closer to starlight.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Ellen✍K – in the gutter, looking at the stars (@poeticnihilist) December 17, 2022

Ancient woods are no more—halcyon scraps in the midst of progress and development. Occasional hoary #trees still stand, gnarled skin tattooed with messages of modern lust. If you listen, they anger. Under the moon's dwimmer light, they sing in wretched lament.#scifansat #vss365

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) December 17, 2022

#vss365#scifansat

They thought deploying it would cool things down.

The solar depressor worked. But the following emissions killed everything which saw the #light of day more surely than climate change ever could.

Bound to the night, our end comes with a whimper, not a #bang. pic.twitter.com/HOXFSYDhDO

— John Tannhauser is working on stuff 🚧👷‍♂️ (@JohnTannhauser) December 17, 2022

The annual magnetic field calibration is a heck of a job. I have to simultaneously measure induced current in millions of distributed antennae – copper #light strands wound around #trees aligned with the core.

But the milk and cookies are appreciated.#vss365 #scifansat #vsspic pic.twitter.com/5siXUEU3ZY

— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) December 17, 2022

Nestled in the shadows of a #tree at #twilight, the #hunter waits.

You turn, #stare at the #light of the campfire, hoping it brings you safety, and that's your mistake. You don't see death coming, but her babies will feed on you tonight.#vss365 #2WordPrompt #vssmagic #scifansat

— That Burnt Writer 🇺🇦 (@ThatBurntWriter) December 17, 2022

She wakes to the touch of #light on her skin as the sun rose over the last #tree. Her hair matted across her face, as it clung to the tears which eventually sent her to sleep. The tree knew its fate, and whispered that he'd sent his secret deep into the earth #vss365 #SciFanSat

— sam carr (@sam_c4rr) December 17, 2022

We broke laws we never knew about when we genetically engineered the trees. They thrive in snow. Berries form in December, glow in a dozen bioluminescent shades of light.
Juniperus nativitatis.
Our gift to the world.
Merry Xmas. Don't eat the berries.#vss365 #satsplat #scifansat pic.twitter.com/PEsqnLtWIe

— Paul Briggs (@paulproofreader) December 17, 2022

-In the light, all things are possible.
-It’s actua—
-Everything’s exposed. Clean.
-But the da—
-Light is right.
-No! It’s the dark that holds us close. That keeps our whispered secrets. Where the rustle of the tree’s leaves sound soft and mysterious.#SciFanSat #vss365 #SciFiSat

— Danielle Ste. Just (@DanielleSteJust) December 17, 2022

#SciFanSat
At first #light he surveyed the ground from a #tree branch, his hunger dictating he'd brave climbing down to forage for food. Predators would stare him on the face before the kill although he's likely to escape if he made use of the hologram trick.#vss365#2WordPrompt

— aran (@AranPotente) December 17, 2022

She waits with a tree.
Universe is coming to an end. What's left holds together by habit, even light.
Here comes an artificial sunrise, after a long night marked by denizens grabbing for eternity in blitzed moments &..no. She sighs in the dark.
It doesn't hold.#scifansat #vss365

— Fennel (@FennelSteuert) December 17, 2022