Adventure
To Choose the Stars
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... It’s a good tagline, isn’t it? Especially if you’re making a horror film in the 20th century, let’s say.” Here, Professor Ojo displayed a still of the poster from Ridley Scott’s Alien. Each year she received fewer laughs. So much for cultural capital. She continued:
By Tristan Stone4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Grift of Stoto
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maila not only knows the sound. She’s had to endure it herself, silently watching on as the destruction she caused ran rampant throughout the Stoto star system, echoing in her mind at all hours of the day. She’s made the sound herself. She would empty out her vocal cords from her old rusty ship into the void of space, hoping that the barrage of emotion was able to scrape through and someone would come to rescue her from this honor-bound prison, but it never happened. If she were to get out, she’d have to free herself.
By Brian Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Patrick exhaled dully. It took a special kind of moron to compose a sentence like that. What did he mean by “or so they say”? Of course people said it. It was a fact, as irrefutable as gravity or that there were 24 hours in a day.
By Henry Franklin4 years ago in Fiction
Values
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In the vacuum of space, a scream is held in your helmet. In a tin can grinding through dark matter a scream is welcomed. The constant churning of space can get monotonous. A sound of action, of any kind, would take the crews collective mind off the sound of the ship laboring toward its destination. A loud clang from the ship’s exterior caused the crew to raise their heads towards the direction of the sound.
By DubstheScribe4 years ago in Fiction
Homage to A Beast
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “They”, being the people on Earth and what “they” know is very little compared to the vastness of the universe. The most concrete information they have is entirely fundamental and the rest is all speculation to some degree. Of all the things that are speculated black holes remain largely a mystery. True, with the advancement of technology comes the advancement of knowledge, but all speculation remains just that until a solid interaction is made. When that occurs it would remove the speculations… And everything else from existence. Once it grabs onto its next meal it will not let go, not even light can escape the consuming darkness. Not even the sounds of a billion screams would ever be heard. To reiterate, nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Ladies and gentlemen, that in itself is a speculation as the people of planet Earth don’t know the truth. “They” don’t know that there’s a being that can hear everything in the universe-be anywhere in the universe. Is it God? Putting the fire of religion to rest it is not God or the Devil. What it is is, well, to put it best, it is… And it is awakening…
By The Narrator 4 years ago in Fiction
Somewhere in This Timeplace
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And yet my mother’s voice seems to echo back to me from every shadow of the sky. The warm, resonate sound of her scream is pinned in the stars. It hangs in the clouds around every moon.
By Alaina Sawyer4 years ago in Fiction
Into The Unknown
CHAPTER 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As I stare up at the stars above, I ponder that and many things. I wonder if one day, we will find existence other than our own out there. Curious whether or not there is a me in an alternate world that is looking back at myself… Whether or not any of what I have dreamed about will ever come true. I was 10 when I did that. I can’t believe that was almost 20 years ago, when I was that curious boy staring up at the skies. Now I wish I wasn’t so curious all the time. I remember watching countless movies involving creatures of distant planets and beings of other worlds. Now I wonder if anyone will be hearing about the story of me and my crew mate’s adventures. Will anyone be left to hear it; or anyone left to tell it? One thing I do know is I’m not going to scream. No matter what happens, I will not succumb to it. I refuse to be a statistic or a cliché. I find it very ironic. I was that boy, spending so much time at night staring up at the stars and the bright night sky. Wishing and hoping that one day I could ascend beyond the earth’s hold and be free.
By Angel Garza4 years ago in Fiction
