Adventure
The Whispers of Time
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But we can hear the whispers over time. Can it be that the whispers we hear guiding and speaking to us over time are the remnants of the screams of past generations from moving through space? The human experience is audible in the loudest of ways. There are so many layers to existence and energy. Yet we seem to neither hear nor remember the equal and opposite physics that drive existence on a grand scale. We consider this life on Earth to be a third dimensional projection of reality because of the impact we feel. Our bodies come with everything physical; smells, sensation, sound, visuals, and tastes yet what you experience as reality is not another’s reality. Leaving truth to the fact that reality is ultimately to be your choice of perception. That perception will have you questioning if the screams you hear in your dreams are the reality of space or if the whispers you hear in your head are lessons and warnings of time.
By Alicia Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Forward One
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Alan had heard the secretary of space exploration make the unclever quip during his first day of orientation nearly 10-years ago. He didn’t think much of it at the time, only the foolish remarks from another unremarkable bureaucrat. Only now, as he sat aboard his ship, the Bucephalus, did the words return.
By Sean Morrison4 years ago in Fiction
Gravity's Child
Chapter 1 - Denial of Self Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that’s not quite true. Null had heard everything. The memory of it repeat itself over and over in a maddening cadence in his mind as he listened to the thin whine of the Foldspace Drive of the ship. The low, subtle hum of the gravity generators were the only thing that kept him from falling into that nightmare again, reliving the moment that changed his life forever. He crouched low behind a crate of supplies in the cargo hold of a Mercenary ship called the Hammer. He sat listening; waiting. In the back of his mind, he could still hear that damning scream, over and over again. He inhaled slowly, trying to keep himself calm. His exhale was shaky as the ever present sound of the Fold powering up threatened to overwhelm him. Just as the sounds started to become unbearable, Null’s patience was finally rewarded. The sound of boots on the metal deck of the cargo hold approached, clacking and filling the space with something other than that cursed whine.
By Tyler Hodson4 years ago in Fiction
Blood of the Covenant
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Valyria gazed up at the sky that was covered by dark clouds; she wouldn’t know, as she had never been to space, despite her planet’s designation as an intergalactic trading hub.
By Haley Sladek4 years ago in Fiction
