Fantasy
Simul
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In the eons aboard the torch, the passengers had never tested out the adage. Therefore, when Wun awoke inside their pod, and stepped naked into the hall, it was the prelude to a momentous occasion.
By O.S. Lawrenchuk4 years ago in Fiction
The Scars of The Passed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Looking through the window of what was left of our ships, I was deafened by these screams, blinded by the sight my own face staring back at me, maimed by the movement of my own body howling back at me, imploring me to explain why I had killed me. I lay there, watching my own self die. Watching my future self die with the knowledge that one day I may be on the other side of the emptiness between our ships, staring back at the younger version of me, wondering why I had killed me. Would I remember this moment from my perspective or will I change too much to clearly understand my current decisions, my current eudaimonic ennui?
By Michael Durrand4 years ago in Fiction
Sage
CHAPTER 1 - WELCOME HOME Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. My inner monologue is interrupted by a modulated voice that echoes through the spaceship’s cargo hold to where I stare through a magnetic seal to the planet below. “Approaching departure zone. Ready to jump in t-minus twenty minutes. Satellite data incomplete. Weather uncertain below mesosphere. Best estimate of surface wind speed is zero to thirty kilometers per hour.”
By Rich Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 7)
Finley snapped back to reality when he heard Ciara’s voice next to him. “How long has it stopped moving?” Her voice was loud and clear. He stared at her and watched her move towards the large man. “About half an hour now,” he grumbled back to her, “you think that’s enough time?” Finley watched as Ciara put her finger to her lips, and was deep in thought. “Probably but I think you should come with in case it moves again. Morgreg, that ok with you?” Finley watched the man shift awkwardly before nodding politely. The man stood up and Finley finally saw that he was about 7-8ft tall, and moved rather quickly considering his size. Ciara and Morgreg where already near the end of the entrance hallway when Ciara turned. “Are you coming or not?” She announced her tone reluctant but firm, clearly directed to Finley. Finley rushed down to the hallway to them before they made their way down stairs. “Morgreg Wisebane, internet troll and hacking expert. This is Finley…” Ciara introduced, Finley could feel the roll of her eyes in her voice, “Marvell. Unwanted partner but we have to bring him.” He could hear Morgreg snicker. “Jumped off a building again, you were warned.” Ciara elbowed him playfully. Finley noted that she seemed to be more approachable and nicer than his first meeting. They got to the bottom of the stairs and walked into a large parking garage. There was a mismatch of cars on one side and various shaped vans on the other. Ciara led them to the small white van which said Grimes’ Clean and Shine on the side. Morgreg clambered into the back and Finley was shocked he fit easily inside. He moved towards the passenger side door before Ciara held up her hand. “You’re in the back with Morgreg,” she commanded. Finley stared at her in disbelief. ‘Surely I won’t fit in there with the troll,’ he thought hesitating. Ciara rolled her eyes and moved towards the side door. She waved her hand almost as if she was on a show presenting prizes. Finley poked his head inside. Morgreg was sat comfortably at a desk with numerous monitors and appeared to be transferring data from the computer he was at upstairs. On the back wall, where Finley had expected the back doors to be, was a variety of gizmos and gadgets. Next to that was another long seat, that could easily fit another three people. “Spatial magic,” she announced smugly.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Artemisia
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But there are some things even space cannot contain, given enough velocity, mass…hunger. The strange ball of fire hurtled angrily on its final trajectory towards Earth. By the time it reached the atmosphere, it was positively roaring.
By Andrew McElwee4 years ago in Fiction
The 12 Labors
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, I suggest we send all these repulsive beasts to space and find out!" Mr. Ellis said. The three other white men around the table burst into laughter. The men were known as the Patriarchs, the country's leaders.
By Delwin Marrero4 years ago in Fiction
A New Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I guess it’s true. Year after year I stared out the window of the ship’s cafeteria. We’ve seen space debris collide and comets speed by but the only sound is the constant hum of the ship's engines. The same hum I've heard all my life, that my parents listened to, and their parents before them. Hundreds of years we’ve survived on the Ark waiting for the Earth below, our true home, to heal itself from the damage our ancestors had inflicted on it before fleeing on the giant ship we live on now. About a year ago we started seeing signs that it might be time and sent down drones. The air was breathable! Actually it was even more oxygenated than it had been. The water samples came back clean but with high levels of algae. Then the most amazing discovery came with the images the drone was programmed to record. Life. There was life growing on our planet. Like us in that they were humanoid but also so very much like us. Were they also of our ancestors that were left behind and evolved? Or were they something new? Many of us wanted to immediately abandon the Ark and move our whole population down but what if the new natives were violent? Was the air really breathable? Could we really survive? We had so many questions. So a group was formed. Volunteers to explore the unfamiliar world below and be the guinea pigs to gauge if we could at last return, and survive it.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle4 years ago in Fiction
Legitium Order
Chapter One The Maltopyian Wars Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Josephina took off her headset for the last time. She was going into the jump pod despite all of the warnings and red flags. What would really kill her was not going at all. Most of the chemicals they gave the initiates were beta blockers which never really had much of an effect on her. She’d miss her giant dose of anti-love that kept her warm, dry and just out of harms way. The sugary pungent pills that eked saliva from her mouth like a leaky faucet, who’s only aim was to nullify her senses for touch and tenderness. Those were lost to her from the moment she was orphaned. But that was the whole reason she was going she told herself despite her knowing what really drove her to leave.
By Deena Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Whitebread Willy in a Strange Land
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 F100 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. The problem is it needed a part they don’t make anymore and so the 1979 front disk brakes were about to fail completely and the rear drums had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Ernest Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue4 years ago in Fiction
