Fantasy
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
Alair'e
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I read it once as a writing prompt for some class that no longer matters. The prompt is wrong. I can hear myself scream and I am in space. I can hear every cell explode, turn inside out and burst like a star only to become a dwarf. To become white, hollow and dead.
By Nicole Port4 years ago in Fiction
The Apex Associate
CHAPTER 1 Year 226 in transit “‘Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say…’” the commissioner reads aloud the electronic transcript from across the large red-cedar table. He huskily continues “‘guess we’re about to find out...prick’”. He’s parroting back my own words, intermittently staring into my soul for emphasis.
By Molly McPhee4 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
The Samhain Chronicles Ch. 12
The warm, heady odor of burning incense tickled Danny's nose when he awoke. He found himself laying in a plain, metal-framed bed that was a hair too short for his tall frame, in a room that was a little smaller than his apartment at the Academy. Large, heavy wooden beams adorned the ceiling, and the walls appeared to be constructed out of stacked stone and mortar. He heard movement to his left and quickly turned his head toward the noise, just in time to see a blurry, dark figure walk past the foot of his bed toward the room's only window. A groan left his throat and he squinted, temporarily blinded as the figure opened the shutters a little wider to let in more light to the darkened space. Upon hearing the sound of his groggy discomfort, the figure turned toward him with a soft gasp. "Oh," a woman's cheery voice exclaimed, "you're awake! I'm glad. How do you feel?"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Conquering Demons
Brock rounds the corner at top speed, stumbling as his foot catches a loose piece of gravel. He braces himself with both arms extended, his hands slamming onto the sidewalk. He quickly pulls himself back up and without hesitation, continues sprinting.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 years ago in Fiction
The Hole of Melton Continued
Part 2 Lauren found a branch wide enough to hold her, it was up high enough that she doubted anyone would be able to see her. The drawback of this was that she couldn’t see them either. She listened for any tell tale signs of approach. Branches snapping, leaves crunching. The vegetation around the hole was slowly dying. There had been plenty of rain, but all the plants on the edge of the hole were drying up and withering. Her professional brain wanted to figure out what was happening, to investigate the cause and create a plan to solve the environmental factors. But the part of her brain that controlled survival was far louder and far more logical.
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Fiction
