Sci Fi
The Twin Paradox. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I know this to be true, as I know that panic depletes oxygen, that liquid water is required to support life, and that my life suddenly makes no sense now that we’re apart. Sound is just vibrating air, and there’s no air outside. No atmosphere. No “they” to say anything anymore.
By Wendy Musk2 years ago in Fiction
Alecron 1572
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. After that night, all I can hear are the screams of my comrades as they disappeared into that desolate void. They had been sucked out like boba through a straw but through merciless fate I had been left on this deserted island of a spacecraft. At first, I enjoyed the quiet I found myself in, as if it were my own world. Those presumed dead were mourned, all 279 of them. I couldn't imagine them still alive floating around in the vastness of space. It was hard to accept that I wasn't out there with them. Who am I to be the only survivor of Alecron 1572?
By Chandler Marcukaitis2 years ago in Fiction
Escape
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Ophelia said and leaned forward before adding in a low ominous voice, “But when a ship, like ours…” She let the words trail off as she made eye contact with several of the children in front of her.
By P. Chiperi2 years ago in Fiction
Haven
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nonetheless, when Trenton woke up the screams rung in his head. There were vocal cords in neighboring pods finding themselves. There were the echoes of distant screams from those trapped on the bridge. Not able to afford the trip. Women holding on to their children. Men holding out their wives. Trenton saw all of it occurring from his window and hibernation pod. The sign to put on your mask had illuminated but he hesitated. Holding the mask ready to deploy sleeping gas for the cryo-sleep he looked out on his burning home. Once green earth is now engulfed in red. The sky reflected the burning trees and homes that filled the air with a red smoke.
By Ruben De Escapado2 years ago in Fiction
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 Sawyer2 years ago in Fiction
Alien
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I read that somewhere when we still read. The memory popped up from my external memory feeder as I reminisced over my school days in my third retirement. As every older person must do since the dawn of time, I like to bore my offspring’s clones with tales from my childhood.
By Cat Turner2 years ago in Fiction