Sci Fi
Nova, Unearthed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As Artemis expelled the last bit of air from her lungs, which were her uncertain cries for help that escaped even her own ears, she remembered this, but it was not her last thought. She also wondered what might exist beyond this mortal form. Most importantly she asked, Is this really it? What would it take for life to go on and for Earth to flourish once again? There was scarcely a living thing on Earth, and she had not seen a man, woman, or child in many years. In those last ten seconds, she chose to remain conscious as her physical senses began to fade.
By Kristi Ziemba4 years ago in Fiction
Them
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The Elders. But, I can. Let me be more specific. I hear voices humming incantations and prayers, a constant faint buzzing, and echoes of conversations. Especially at night, when the stars are shining bright. I'm the only one who can hear them, the Vanishers, or so it seems. I never said it, so I can’t be sure. What would happen if I did? I can’t be sure either. Everyone in this place freaks out at anything new or strange, and when the Elders and the Council get involved, people start to disappear. No! I prefer to ignore the voices, despite what they say. We can all catch a glimpse of them though, from time to time. They appear on the other side of the city walls, like floating figures. And then, they disappear again. We don't truly know who they are, but according to rumors, these figures started to emerge at the end of our World, when our civilization perished. Well... When it nearly went extinct, that is! When the sky is lit by the moon, the milky way and the innumerable stars, we can see them more clearly, and sometimes it seems they are waving at us and trying to communicate.
By Adeline Izza M.4 years ago in Fiction
On Another Side of the Sun
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In fact–nobody can hear anything, in the vacuum of space. It’s only by means of our bubble conduits, by which I mean our atmospheres, planetary or portable, in them and between them, that we can communicate over fragile lines.
By Mark Francis4 years ago in Fiction
The Acranex
The Acranex By: Steven Dean Ryan’s breath escaped him in a rush as the ground beneath his feet gave way. He tumbled into a dark sloping tunnel, his sense of direction confounded. Gritting his teeth, he tried to brace himself for the impact with the ground somewhere below. Besides the debris that entered the tunnel with him, Ryan noticed that the walls of the tunnel were perfectly smooth and seemed designed to increase his speed as he fell through the eternal darkness.
By Steven Dean4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Black
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m not saying I heard a scream when we entered The Black, it was more like my ears were ringing, while all of us held our breath in the command center as Stella ran her diagnostic scans, those seconds stretching out into the unknown. I thought it was tinnitus and I almost reported it to Manon— the ship’s doctor— I wanted to ask if anyone else was experiencing it, but something about it made me want to listen closer.
By Rooney Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
A Tissue Floating in Mercury
Sixty years after he disappeared into the sky, Kristen was shocked to find Jack sitting on the foot of her bed, yapping away like he always did. He had turned the light on when he came in, snapping her out of a pre-dawn doze she would have awakened from soon, facing another day of pain, deep aches and stabbing knives dulled by an artificial nurse who always chimed sweet tones while applying the ointment too roughly where the cannula irritated her nose.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Fiction
The Talents
Danny Foxworth was the first to die. He was young, very young, and very, very inexperienced. So inexperienced, in fact, that none of us could quite understand how he’d gotten into field work—he must’ve been some officer’s cousin’s brother-in-law’s son, and been assigned to the expedition as an act of familial courtesy. He was charming, and funny, and utterly irresponsible. We weren’t surprised when he died.
By KJ Karlsson4 years ago in Fiction
