“Spring”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

Each coiled mattress #spring was full of meat, raw—ready to #eat.
I’d been gone less than a few hrs & grandma’d taken apart our latest tenants! They were meant to be ready unprepared this time—the aliens were going to be pissed, we needed to run. #vss365 #scifansat #satsplat.

— Fizzy AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) March 18, 2023

Spring eclipsed
all aspersions
and the link
to moon
went long
Uncommon refrain
lingering bud
kaleidoscopic reverie
an island
and a song #SciFanSat #SciFiFri #BrknShards #Poetry pic.twitter.com/iq66I5iIfK

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) March 18, 2023

It would be like old Earth, the oracles said. Rain, snow, sun, green. Mountains and rivers and seasons. What was a season? What did they mean by the buds of spring? #SciFanSat #spring

— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) March 18, 2023

Cold seeped into her bones, numbing and welcome. The weak spring sun cast jagged, erratic shapes through the branches as it ate away at the snow to reveal tender green things.
Breath fogging, she looked up at the ruins choked with brown kudzu vines.
#vss365 #SciFanSat

— R.S.Bass is querying (@RebBassWrites) March 18, 2023

Be still…
But they are like me
No! No one is like you
Okay, I will

Never did I see
This day would find me
This AI child of mine
Would learn she is not alone

They are monsters
her living kind, & me?
Unheard of technology
my circuits & hers#SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/FBO361ozdo

— Spyder Collins (@Spyder_Collins) March 18, 2023

The first night of spring, snow still beneath the pines. A black new moon and fog.

Yesterday, I found a bloodied stone altar in the backwoods behind my newly purchased cabin.

Tonight, its owners — goatish, Baphometine, axes in hand — have found me.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) March 18, 2023

#SciFanSat
Taunted by peers he crossed the #spring toward the backwoods following the trail through the fog. Courage though wavered as the spectre of danger loomed with each step forward, starting to #eat his confidence whole, urging him to abandon the folly.#vss365#2WordPrompt

— aran (@AranPotente) March 18, 2023

They #spring into action, ray guns in each hand. I recognize them by the markings on their forehead; space pirates of the worse kind.

The heiress ducks behind a counter. She'd be a nice prize. I'm her bodyguard. Their leader steps forward.

"Where is she?"#satsplat #SciFanSat

— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) March 18, 2023

The species' unique skin is impervious to both energy and projectile weapons. We were able to neutralize the threat, however, with old-fashioned spring traps.

Every mouse wants to eat the cheese. The trick is finding the thing that will entice the alien.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) March 18, 2023

Planet Hades so close now that I can see it with my little telescope. Orbiting the sun once every 20,000 years, it is winter now, thank God. Soon it will be #spring. The mantle will crack. The great Ursaur will wake. She will want to #eat.#scifansat #vss365 #satsplat #vsspic pic.twitter.com/bsjoEucT0h

— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) March 18, 2023

It's positive, but not really. A diagnosis which will #eat into my conscience until it's erased. I avoid home for now, diverting over a solarfield of freshly-fallen synthsnow. Perhaps the grass, programmed to emerge in spring, will remember that I trod softly.#SciFanSat #vss365

— Andrew Anderson 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ (@soorploom) March 18, 2023

The island…
It used to be beautiful in spring. Lush… verdant… We never appreciated it. Not until it was too late.
Now, just like summer, autumn and winter, the island in spring is no more than a barren wasteland.#scififri#SciFanSat#midjourney #KaiberAI pic.twitter.com/zWhn8yz1Xr

— Hullabaloo22 (@hullabaloo22) March 18, 2023

"If you're thinking," she said,"about #spring-ing out of the bushes and attacking, I wouldn't bother."

Too late; the gang of thieves and cutthroats were rising, knives glinting in the sun.

"Oh dear," she sighed, flames dancing in her gaze.

They never stood a chance.#SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/JzkR6TQ6J2

— That Burnt Writer 🇺🇦 (@ThatBurntWriter) March 18, 2023

It took a months to decipher the cryptic message from deep space. It read:

We’re coming to #eat your faces off, in the #spring.

Hugs and kisses,
~ the aliens #vss365 #SciFanSat

— Alex K. Logan (@AlexKLogan) March 18, 2023

Every #spring, when berries and flowers are in full #Blelum, the wild things arise from slumber to hunt and #eat
Frost fills my veins when I realize they have me surrounded
Like a doe in the meadow
Is this the end?
I raise my sword…#vss365 #achtenwrite #SciFanSat #satsplat pic.twitter.com/BkxspOQLVA

— 🤩 Debbie Iancu-Haddad 📚 (@debbieiancu) March 18, 2023

The sun breaks through the clouds,
And snow starts to melt.
Drops drip off of icicles,
And run off the rooves.
Rivulets start to form,
Flowing down our front walks;
But it’s all just a tease,#Spring won’t arrive soon:
It’ll be twenty more years
On this stinking moon.#scifansat

— Scurra Ignavus (@ScurrasFolly) March 18, 2023

We #eat the last piece with gloved hands, tundra stretching between horizons.
"When does the cold end?" says the boy.
I pick dead seeds, let them drift. "Spring should've started."
Two carrion birds (drones?) continue circling, too high to discern details.#scifansat#vss365

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) March 18, 2023

“My Forever Home”

on a distant world
the Spring of Eternal Life
my new home calls me

The Eternals’ Home
only one requirement first
survive the Spring’s Pain

the Spring engulfs me
i pass its test—mettle proved
i’m forever home#ScifaikuSaturday #home#SciFanSat #spring#SciFi pic.twitter.com/7XNvbJXFQx

— Alan Vincent Michaels (@AlanVMichaels) March 18, 2023

Sweat ate up his face
As he waited
Kill finger poised to spring
Into
Action
He’d already take out two of them
Their stinking ink
A cloying charcoaled stink
Spread into the nooks of his eyes
Shifted
Under his feet—#scifansat #vss365 #spring #eat

— 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 @ 🅱🆁🅸🆃🆃🅻🅴🆆🅸🅽🅳🅾🆆🆉 (@brittlewindowz) March 18, 2023

Every year, we close the bakery for Spring clean, that's what we said. In reality, our mother reverted to her natural amoeboid form, which is not pleasant. To revert her mutation, she must eat copious amounts of calories.
A week later, we open for a new season.#scifansat #vss365 pic.twitter.com/Tb0fx6lX7D

— Luis (@elauraeterea) March 18, 2023