Sci Fi
Into The Unknown
CHAPTER 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As I stare up at the stars above, I ponder that and many things. I wonder if one day, we will find existence other than our own out there. Curious whether or not there is a me in an alternate world that is looking back at myself… Whether or not any of what I have dreamed about will ever come true. I was 10 when I did that. I can’t believe that was almost 20 years ago, when I was that curious boy staring up at the skies. Now I wish I wasn’t so curious all the time. I remember watching countless movies involving creatures of distant planets and beings of other worlds. Now I wonder if anyone will be hearing about the story of me and my crew mate’s adventures. Will anyone be left to hear it; or anyone left to tell it? One thing I do know is I’m not going to scream. No matter what happens, I will not succumb to it. I refuse to be a statistic or a cliché. I find it very ironic. I was that boy, spending so much time at night staring up at the stars and the bright night sky. Wishing and hoping that one day I could ascend beyond the earth’s hold and be free.
By Angel Garza2 years ago in Fiction
Unwilling Explorers
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If that were true Leo wouldn’t be in this room, looking for a way out. He found this all to be a little ridiculous, having to be here just because people can’t take the slightest -
By Erlis Kllogjri2 years ago in Fiction
Man From Heaven
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’d always thought it was a stupid saying when I was younger. Surely you wouldn’t be able to scream in space at all once the air had been torn from your lungs, I would think to myself as I combed through the cheap cosmic horror comics at my dad’s bookstore. I still had to pay like everyone else, and at five cents a pop, a seven-year-old needs to make sure he’s getting his money's worth. All of the best examples of sci-fi pulp fiction had all kinds of different names for things from aliens to spaceships, but they all agreed on one thing: you absolutely will die as soon as you are exposed to the vacuum. As I found myself hurtling away from the ship into the void of space, it wasn't much comfort to find that it wasn’t even true. Hearing myself screaming was about all I could do. All I remember from those first few moments, however long they were, was screaming and spinning.
By Logan McClincy 2 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 Port2 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 McPhee2 years ago in Fiction
The Pushers
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s all they seem to talk about. Nobody ever talks about the beings that have to do the vacuuming. It’s always this or that about the suffering of lesser beings and the like. Truth be told kid, most of the stuff we vacuum up isn’t even alive. And inorganics are the bulk of it. And ya know how all this space got so dirty to begin with? Well, it was these lesser beings just coming in and wrecking the place. What we do here is a great service to the galaxy, we keep the place clean. Sure the pay could be better but what nobody ever factors in is the pension. It’s the whole reason I’ll be able to retire with half my life still yet to live. You remember that kid. You remember that and tell yourself these things when someone tries to make you second guess why you chose this profession.” Juliok emphasized this last statement by looking over at the younger, and much more petite, Hargle beside him.
By J. R. Kenna2 years ago in Fiction