Sci Fi
Broken Heroes
This tale first appeared at Cold Open Stories, and was written for Anthology X. The Dead Head launched itself up the tower wall, powerful front claws ripping at the stone and crumbling masonry as it tried to reach them. The thing was the size of a salvage hauler, its sides covered in the same ugly chitin as its eyeless skull, and every impact of its hammering legs shook the tower. When it was half a dozen feet away, a seam in the featureless face opened, revealing rows of razor teeth, and grasping tendrils dripping with corrosive mucous. As soon as he saw the opening Renn’s fingers tightened on the trigger, and a gleaming, steel spike arced through the air. Moonlight glistened along the shaft for just a moment before it vanished into the beast’s jaws. There was a wet, crunching sound, and for a moment the creature stopped moving. That moment was all gravity needed to curl its grip around the monstrous thing, sending it hurtling down to the shattered ground below.
By Neal Litherland4 years ago in Fiction
To Earth and Back
“Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hmm. What do you think they meant by that?” Kreatin, the first to exit the transfiguration chamber, sat at the helm of the small ship that's currently sliced through hyperspace, reading ancient quotes and passages on a monitor. He didn’t mind the weight of the new heavy body he presently inhabited. It was nice and suited him well, with shiny black hair that touched the tops of his ears. The Fitter remarked it as “dashing,” which meant handsome. Kreatin liked handsome.
By J.J Smallz4 years ago in Fiction
Foreign Horizon
Foreign Horizon Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. A barren abyss endlessly beckoning those brave enough, or unfortunate enough, to look up towards her. A lifeless landscape randomly dotted with beauty and terror alike. As calm as the surface of a Koi pond and as violent as the roaring rapids of white water. The Sky, Space, Galaxy, The Universe they all mean one of two things. To those content with their surroundings and there heads bowed down they mean the unknown, the dark dam that keeps us safe and planted here on Earth. But to those who are cursed to dream of the unknown marvel that the darkness hanging over our heads holds, they represent boundless possibility and opportunity.
By Hayden Webb4 years ago in Fiction
RELIC
No-one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But scream they must have done. Looking through the wreck and seeing the strange bodies. They must have known they were going to die. It is hard to comprehend the fear of the certain knowledge that your world is failing and its ability to support life is disappearing.
By Mike Cornish4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Destiny
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I was tempted to prove the theory wrong as I stared out the view screen at the cold consuming darkness beyond it. The sun had fallen behind us months ago, it’s reassuring light succumbing to the darkness. Time out here seemed to feel unreal as the computer controlled the day and night sequence on the ship to keep the presence of normality for our pitiful human minds to stay sane in the long dark. I looked away from the view screen done at the data pad in my hands. It showed my next goals in a glaring white script against a black background, a cursor blinked ready for me to enter some kind of input. Yes or no were the inputs available, I touched on the yes button and the pad greedily took the input and the cursor slid down to the next available task.
By John Payne4 years ago in Fiction
Project Azulus
Azulus Project An Alexander Loche short story Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they can say. Though Perry Raken would beg to differ as he watched a crew member of several months float away into the dark emptiness, black filled the Darryl’s helmet as he drifted away from the Azulus.
By Alexander Loche4 years ago in Fiction
Their Bones Were Metal
CHAPTER I Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sometimes one screams into the void and the sound leaves one’s body only to slowly dissipate into the emptiness. Sometimes there is a soul on the other end, and it screams back.
By Chloe Hauxwell4 years ago in Fiction
The gryphe's flight
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And they are right since the sound is the vibration of molecules and can travel only in mediums dense enough so the molecules can interact” the teacher said and sat at his tablet desk.
By Della Fenix4 years ago in Fiction
The Spheres
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It is also said that the stars keen as they orbit in the firmament, expressing a celestial agony that vibrates at a pitch far higher than any life form can perceive. The imperceptible sound permeates the universe, extending to every corner and calling to all matter. Matter understands these harmonics, this dissonance, at the atomic level even if the conscious mind cannot perceive it. The universe dances in response.
By Aubrey Bentick4 years ago in Fiction
