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"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Four companions, lost in the deep dark of space, will come to understand just how isolated they truly are. Join us, as we continue to follow the epic trials and woes of Captain Wexley and crew in 'Dark Space 5'!"
By R.O.A.R.4 years ago in Fiction
Adrift
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the group magnetised to the outer hull of the wrecked ship found it hard not to translate the frantic vibrations of the opening airlock door to familiar sounds of rent and shrieking metal.
By Josh R4 years ago in Fiction
A Sea of Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jay pressed a hand to the tiny, porthole-style window of the LS Yvette, framed by silver, titanium-alloy walls and tucked behind the piles of boxes in the cargo module. It was colder than ice. All she could see was the inky blackness of space, stretching out as far as the eye could see, and further. Even though she knew that there was nothing around for thousands of kilometres, she let herself think that she was seeing a bright pinprick of light in the distance. A star, she imagined. Some place outside of the galaxy she’d grown up in. Hope.
By Bella Pearce4 years ago in Fiction
Alone
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The emptiness of space has a way of making even the largest things feel like a tiny grain of sand. A vast vacuum so large that we will never truly be able to grasp its mysterious depth. The concept can realistically be applied to the sound of a scream. Can we truly grasp the gravity, the pain of one single scream? Man’s curious nature has an unexplainable need to understand the universe as a whole, but can we truly accomplish such a feat?
By Christina Oswald4 years ago in Fiction
Knocks in the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. While we might ignore one voice in the void, the death cry of an entire planet wasn't as easily lost.
By S Ward4 years ago in Fiction
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols4 years ago in Fiction
Ninety Lines
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Of course, those who say that have never been to the vacuum of space, so how would they know?
By S.A. Paris 4 years ago in Fiction
Ready for the Ride
Two Months Before Re-entry Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But when it's your crew member, your friend, and you're watching him drown because his helmet is leaking water into it, you hear the screams. He was outside alone fixing the space station in one of our only still wearable spacesuits. We tried to get him inside in time. We tried to revive him. We were almost home.
By R. D.4 years ago in Fiction
PRICELE$$
The vibration of my phone woke me up. It stopped abruptly. It must've been a text. I rustled a bit, my hand slapping around frantically, but all I felt was my comforter. I was finally forced to lift my head off the pillow prematurely. I was instantly blinded by the sun, hadn't realized it was morning.
By Anthony Q Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
PRICELE$$
I posted up on the wall against the restroom entrance. You wouldn't know I was there unless you were looking. Anyone looking for dro knew where to find me. The only reason I was here now was to meet with a client. I looked down at my watch; I had been waiting for five minutes already.
By Anthony Q Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
PRICELE$$
"Selflessness," I said aloud as I sat up in the bed," or selfishness?" It was a continuous debate I had with myself anytime I had this reoccurring dream. Nobody held me down like she did. So why keep reliving the nightmare of leaving her? I shook my head clear, before slowly making my way to the edge of the bed. With a sigh, I reached for the first glass I could make out on my nightstand. It was roughly half empty. I reached for it deciding to calm my nerves and muster up the energy for the day before dragging my feet towards the shower.
By Anthony Q Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
PRICELE$$
Nothing...could be more compelling than this.  What awaited on the other side of this door, had me petrified. I stared at the doorknob. Still finding it hard to bring myself to reach out. The brass was cool and slippery in my now clammy palm. Sweat beads growing from my pores until they rolled right off my skin. The trickling of the escaping sweat mimicking the movement of the air attempting to do the same through my trachea.
By Anthony Q Palmer4 years ago in Fiction