Sci Fi
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 McPhee4 years ago in Fiction
A Sea of Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jay pressed a hand to the tiny, porthole-style window of the LS Yvette, framed by silver, titanium-alloy walls and tucked behind the piles of boxes in the cargo module. It was colder than ice. All she could see was the inky blackness of space, stretching out as far as the eye could see, and further. Even though she knew that there was nothing around for thousands of kilometres, she let herself think that she was seeing a bright pinprick of light in the distance. A star, she imagined. Some place outside of the galaxy she’d grown up in. Hope.
By Bella Pearce4 years ago in Fiction
White Trash Willy In A Strange Land
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. Good ol’ Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue4 years ago in Fiction
The Asteroid Mammy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. On the asteroid Mammy, there was no need for a single shout. The dome that covered the city of the asteroid was owned by Wilmington, Delaware native Garland Moore. His business had launched rockets to get to the asteroid, another business built the infrastructure, and yet another business kept the cities and fields working. Moore never wore a tie but always wore a sharp business suit. He walked out of his office and in the glory of his precision footwork, welcomed a new day to begin. His skin looked like almonds and waves flowed into his hairline.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
