Fantasy
Outsider: Chapter 15
For the eighth time, the bells in the communal dorms echoed up to her room. Astrid groaned and buried her head under the blanket, trying to drown out the sound. She was still exhausted. While it was easy for her to survive on very little sleep for days, even weeks at a time, she always had to make up for it in the end. She had slept through the first two days easily, but now her stomach demanded to be fed, and no amount of exhaustion would allow her to ignore it.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 14
The guard who had rushed to retrieve the choale returned as I wiped the budding tears from my eyes. She presented a large mug full of a deep brown liquid to me. Her gloved hands clenched the body of the mug as though she were delivering a state secret. I took the handle with a firm hand. The guard's expectant eyes bore holes through my face. I tried my utmost to down the whole drink, but the richness that was undercut by the alcohol stopped me halfway through. The guards chuckeld at my controted face. "It's good. I should've taken it a bit slower though." I told the childlike eyes resting on the body of a warrior. The guard beamed. "The chocolate flavor gives a nice level of sweetness and bitter to the fizzy beer. It's the best during the cold season in my opinion. Though if chilled adequetly it is refreshing on a summer's night." The tenative searching from when she asked me about the drink was nowhere to be heard. I took another big gulp of the drink "Ah, that does hit the spot." I affirmed before the slight buzz hit me. "Do you all want some? I feel bad drinking by myself." The guards gave me a light smile. One was about to speak up then "You can not have active guards drink, my dear expirement." Kuri's seductive voice sauntered in from behind me. "You make a good point. How about you dear researcher?" I called back while rolling my eyes to the chuckling guards. Kuri stopped just behind me and peaked her head around my shoulder. "Are you trying to get me drunk Elliot?" Her playful tone, mischevous smile, and the alcohol in my system brought goosebumps as she finished the question. "No, no. I'm trying to get you to drink a little with me. It's up to you if you want to get drunk." I shot back matching Kuri."Very well. Lets find a nice room and have a maid to bring us a few more drinks." Kuri's voice adopted a subtle sweet tone. The guards looked at me wide eyed. Kuri turned cusping her hands behind her and started toward some room in the mansion. She led me to a small room with lined with bookshelves, a few arm chairs, and a single table. The room was bathed in the warm amber glow of the evening sun that had sunk just behind the trees lining the estate. Kuri's tan skin and ocean blue eyes accepted the late daylight. We sat as a maid ushered in to hear our wishes. "Two more choales please." Kuri's voice matched the light streaming into the room when she adressed the maid. With a quick bow the woman left, and thus I was left alone with kuri. The guards had opted to stand just outside the door. They probably did so to hide their excitement. I sipped what was left of my choale while staring at the witch that had stolen my heart. "Elliot, I have a question." Kuri was serious. Her eyes shone just as bright but her smile had faded. "What did you speak to the god of darkness about? Why did they answer your prayer?" Her question conveyed her genuine curiosity, yet there was some panick. "I talked about you, you and I, and the gods' view on us. I wanted know how to fix this, if what I did was truly beyond reproach in their eyes." I knew any pretense and lie would falter before those eyes.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Sunk by the Moon
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you can see one. You can almost feel one. The muscles flexing as powerfully as they ever have, desperately trying to force oxygen down their lungs, but there is none. Meanwhile you float ideally by, helpless, staring and scrabbling over to try to aid the futile. In the void of space, I’ve never heard such savage silence in all my life.
By Chris Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Before I Rejoice
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Professor Jean-Yuu in his 23rd century paper on The Man & The Stars, commented on the ‘human’ in space. Of the few races across the cosmos to evolve from the hominid, it is in our nature to conquer and scorch an indifferent universe with divine prejudice and governance. To a multiverse otherwise existing, we spend our days searching for purpose, for rationality, for order. The human condition and motivations lie in psychotic self-involvement, the only race that would otherwise scream in space– for other claves have already understood that nothing could hear you… What does that mean?
By Adam Terrelonge4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Prime
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Is that true? Can nobody…hear me?” Jonathan floated weightlessly in space, surrounded by parts and pieces of the wreckage that was ‘The Expedition’, his ship. Far off in the distance, there was an ocean of stars. His breath was the only audible sound; within his space suit, it sounded like gas routinely escaping from a valve. His suit itself was made of thick, layered, white material, with a blue ‘UE’ (United Earth) logo in the centre of the chest. He’d forgotten how long he’d been floating aimlessly amongst the wreckage, the only survivor of his crew. He’d survived the attack by a miracle, somehow avoiding the hull explosion, only to be met with a crueller fate - a slow, cold, painful death, waiting for his oxygen to run out.
By Jason Sultana4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to Andromeda
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was just another day in the small town of Oakbridge, quiet, uneventful Oakbridge. Elle often referred to it as Groundhog Day. She would spend her days working her 9-5, clocking in and out of each shift, marking day after day off the calendar as if she were working towards some grand adventure at the end of the month or year. But it was just another year in small town Oakbridge. No adventures awaited her. Not this year, not the last five…
By Danielle Ernst4 years ago in Fiction
The Transatlantic Voyage
Barry Jenkins was your usually run of the mill workaholic. He spent his 9 to 5 working for a corporation in New York city, called Maxicorp. A company that specialized in technological advancements. One day he was heading home from work, after an extremely exhausting day and fell asleep on the train ride home. He woke up several hours later to what seemed like a very peculiar sight. The modern train he thought he’d originally stepped onto was now an older fashion looking train, everyone around him seemed to be wearing old fashioned attire. He on the other hand was still wearing his modern-day clothing. A ticket inspector walked up to compartment.
By George Hall4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Home
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As Rayne tumbled through the emptiness of space, her screams were anything but silent. Her screams were everywhere, surrounding her. So many thoughts and questions were clanging through her mind. She had been rejected, thrown out, abandoned by her crew, her family. Tears streamed down her face. She should be dead. Everything she knew about space told her she should be dead. Her screams should be silent. She shouldn’t be crying. The end was supposed to be quick and silent and painless. There was no pain, but her fear was overwhelming.
By Brittany Swenk4 years ago in Fiction
