Erica Murray
Bio
My life is not interesting or compelling, but when I find the time to write, I feel like a bird, that has taken to the sky and the possibilities are endless...at least until my wings get tired and I am dragged back to the earth for a time.
Stories (2/0)
The End
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. What they don’t say, is that the vacuum of space is a void. A void that eats away at almost every sense. Theruvé learned this within just a month of being in the void. Taste is something you no longer need as a slow release NutrIV injection sustains you for centuries. Touch is something no longer experienced. At the beginning you might feel cold, but even that yields to numbness. Smell, much like touch, slowly gives way to nothing. Hearing? Well, what use is it in the silence of the void? The only sense that must be retained and protected at all costs, is sight. Theruvé was a Shomrim, a sentry of the outer rim, a silent sentinel at the edge of the universe, the first defense from whatever lay beyond The End.
By Erica Murray2 years ago in Fiction
