Sci Fi
Milky Way Out
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Becca read these words aloud as she stood in front of the display, titled “Memorium of the Lost Travelers”, at her local museum. She never understood what it meant though. In the virtual world, ships and satellites would make loud booms and clangs when they exploded — or at least experienced sort of damage. But in all her 15 years in the colony, the elders never explained to her it was fake. That those were merely added for effect.
By Aaron Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Rope
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We scream anyway. Whenever some half-drunk fool decides they want to take a chance on the Weekly Pot, we march him (almost always a him) up to the airlock like a big boozy parade. We all cheer while they suit up and enter the airlock. Once the door closes, we start to scream. It is the only way we can be heard from the sealed room while they tie themselves off with an old rope or cable. Once he is tied off, we start to scream a count-down waiting for the outer hull to open. When it opens, the chamber evacuates atmosphere and the idiot gets sucked out along with it shooting into dark space until they hit the end of the rope.
By John Buscher4 years ago in Fiction
Harvesters of Creation
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It's like that old saying, if a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make sound? For sound to be created you have to have an atmosphere and a receptor to hear said sound. Without either, there is nothing... Such is the fate of all creatures lost in the void of the Great Nothingness, such is the fate of a dying star. It dies alone. It dies in silence.
By Joshua Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
To Choose the Stars
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... It’s a good tagline, isn’t it? Especially if you’re making a horror film in the 20th century, let’s say.” Here, Professor Ojo displayed a still of the poster from Ridley Scott’s Alien. Each year she received fewer laughs. So much for cultural capital. She continued:
By Tristan Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Shallow Breathing
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I heard my own perfectly. Even if the sound waves hadn’t been trapped inside my helmet, ringing in my ears, I still would have heard my screams. The sound would have reverberated within my own body. Through my bones and muscles. It may have resembled screaming under water, dull, distant, with more bass and still very present. Like when you’re a kid on a hot summer day, cooling off in a pond or lake. First, you do a few handstands near the shore. Then you practice holding your breath. Then you see how loud you can scream underwater and how long you can scream before there’s no more air in your lungs and you have to resurface.
By Mandy Exly4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Intergalactic Cadence 364
1 No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet every single night, those exact parallels are broken. Blake knows he is ten years old in his reoccurring dream. Every night he dreams of awakening in a nap pod with the LED lights blinking red. He does not hear the robotic voice making an announcement because his ear buds died hours ago. Looking around he realizes all the other pods have emptied. Sliding out of a nap pod quickly takes a certain kind of athleticism. Blake doesn't hesitate but runs full speed as soon as his feet hit the floor, passing each pod in a frantic search but not finding anyone else. He begins to panic. Every sense is enhanced like he has shifted into his highest gear of functioning. The sight of dried tear stains on a pillow case in pod G, the lingering scent of a piece of gum in the air near Q pod, and the blood trail on the floor made Blake "come to his senses". His vision seemed to become crystal clear almost as if he could track a source of heat with his eyes. Yet none strong enough to lead him anywhere, those trails had gone cold before he could ever sense them.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
Life After Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The crack from the impact of a hammer against someone's skull is another story entirely. I never imagined I'd be in this kind of situation but here I am standing over my best friend's body watching as she slowly bleeds out, the life draining from her beautiful blue eyes. I know exactly what you're thinking. What kind of monster would murder their best friend? I'm no monster, and I promise I'm not as crazy as I might seem. Take a seat and listen up, I'll tell you our story. It will all make sense to you soon and you will see, you would have done the same as me.
By Morgan Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
