Sci Fi

Journey to the Center of the Galaxy
Kevin inspected the right arm of his favorite leather jacket. The tear by the cuff had gotten worse during the maelstrom at McGuiles. It was now the only memento of planet Earth he had. The man in the trench coat had blasted them through the solar system, and they were now floating pleasantly past the heliosphere, on the beginnings of interstellar space. The Oort Cloud (that surrounded the solar system Earth was in) was beginning to come into view.
By Po Ivey4 years ago in Fiction
The Burning Planet
Chapter 1: The Last Christmas Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So I convinced myself I must be slowly losing my mind because I hear the screams every night.
By Brittany Brilliant4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from Terra
Chapter One Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It’s amazing what you will try when you’re desperate though, or bored.
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Fiction
Misguided
She sat the book back in the same spot she had found it. She wasn't aware that Head hunters were in this area. They weren't known to hit the same spot multiple times but from the voices downstairs, they were in the house. She had one option and that was through the window which really wasn't one. Since her and her colony had been spotted in the area, drones had been dispatched to find them. She knew she couldn't risk being caught by one of those. They were more dangerous than being caught by Head Hunters themselves.
By Alisha 4 years ago in Fiction
The Holocene Extinction
Capri Smythe Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And the end of the world didn't happen all at once or in the blink of an eye, as the old cliché often said. No, that fucked-up shit happened during a thunderous boom with lights so bright in the night sky, people thought fire had lit the heavens ablaze. And for the past two weeks, hordes of aliens in pods had invaded Earth, carrying away human females. I had managed to stay off their radar by traveling at night.
By Avery Meadows4 years ago in Fiction
Life After VE-2
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, and even if they could there was nobody here to listen.. Strangly enough, those were my first thoughts as i stood in the open shuttle bay doors staring out into the sparkling but dark vastness of space. The satelite module loomed in the distance, barely glowing in the dim reddish light of Proxima-Centauri, unlike the blinding sunlight where i was previously stationed on VE-2, orbiting venus for the past 12 years.
By doug wyman4 years ago in Fiction
Maya's Journey
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But Maya wasn’t sure about that, as currently she was floating in space with a broken radio, and yet, she was sure she was hearing some eerie noises.
By Cynthia Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
Mission 52
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. He supposed that was a good thing, really. No one would be forced to bear witness to the atrocities that would be carried out here today.
By Kat Thorne4 years ago in Fiction
Watch Me Now
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you can hear yourself. I realise there is nothing I can do now, in these last few minutes, but try to calm down. I need to slow my breathing to preserve what little air I have left, although I can't think why.
By Ken May4 years ago in Fiction
Mercury
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I can only guess how many screams have been voided into silence, unheard, around Delta 17. And I wonder, more with every passing moment, if my voice will be swallowed into that number.
By Michelle Mead 4 years ago in Fiction
THE CONNECTED
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space... or so they say. I don't know if whomever or whatever was there could hear his scream or not, but I felt it. I felt it in every fiber of my being, down to my core. I felt his immense terror shrieking in my soul, across all those miles from above, and when I close my eyes, I can almost see whatever it was that grabbed him, that had come for him... to end him, take him, and he knew, I felt that.... he knew that it was there for that reason." Dirk drew a deep, shaken breath before he continued. "I felt it, this thing. It sensed me too. It was aware of me, through mine and Derek's connection. I sensed Derek's horror as he drifted helplessly in space... in those last seconds of his life... like a mouse being pounced on by a cat, in that brief instant before the end, he knew... he KNEW he was prey." Dirk stared at his hands a moment, trying not to feel. "I know it was something sentient, like a person, but not. Some unknown... something that was floating up there with him on that spacewalk. I felt it. I felt Derek's agony when it punched it's... whatever... stinger, through his suit and into his belly. I could feel something, like ice cold metal in Derek's guts and the sensation of ... I dunno... of suddenly being injected full of liquid fire, and just as suddenly, having everything sucked right out of my body... Derek's body, then the stinger thing ... tentacle... whatever, withdrawing ... letting what was left in my brother to escape into space... and then, nothing... except a second or two of the... the thing. I sensed it's sinister delight, like a sadistic satisfaction, in what it did. It took the same pleasure in knowing I was feeling it all too." Dirk sighed deeply and put a hand over his mouth, stifling the urge to break down, or perhaps throw up. He scrubbed his palms togehter briskly for a moment, then took a deep breath and continued, "It sensed me too, through the connection between me and my brother, and, at least for a brief moment, was fully aware of me... here on Earth." Dirk fought off a shiver and looked away from his interviewers briefly before continuing. "I don't know if it understood who, or what, I was, but I could feel it searching through my mind, just as it searched through Derek's as he died in it's embrace." Dirk shook his head, trying to turn off the images and sensations he was reliving. He ran his fingers through his tousled auburn hair and let his closed fists drop to the table in a mild bang. "Wheew" he blew, trying to release some emotion and keep composed. He collected his thoughts and cleared his throat before going on, "It still doesn't seem real to me, my twin brother being gone. We've always had a unique connection, me and Derek, always knew what the other was thinking or was about to say. We knew when the other was excited, or afraid, or in pain... like, I could feel his exhilaration the first time he jumped out of a plane... or when he felt my adrenaline rush the time I went cave rappelling and my harness almost failed, and I dropped 50 feet, stopping only a couple of feet above the cavern floor." A mischievous smirk spread across Dirks face and he laughed and blushed as he remembered something and continued. "Hell, the first time Derek got lay- ... his first time having sex, I knew it. I was working on a paper at the library, all the way across town, and he was at home, and had snuck his date into his room, and I knew as soon as they started, I could feel his excitement and, well, something new, and when he... you know," Dirk made finger quotation marks in the air, " 'finished', I uhm, you know... 'finished' too... in my jeans, right there in the middle of the library!" The two men across the table chuckled and made Dirk's face a deeper shade of crimson as he grinned, relieved to finally have a light moment. "Sorry" Dirk apologized, "But you guys said you wanted to hear everything." The interviewers' chuckles subsided and one, waiving his hand, gesturing "it's nothing", said, "Oh, no, it's fine. We do want to hear everything, every detail about your connection.... please, continue" Dirk scratched the ginger scruff on his face and went on, "It was embarrassing as hell, at first I thought something was wrong with me, and then, well, I knew what had happened." Dirk's smile faded and his face went serious again. "We always knew when the other was up to something, or in trouble. He felt my fear and agony the moment I lost my leg... which, as you know, is why it was him up there instead of me... or both of us." Dirk bit his lip to fight back wet eyes. His interviewers gazed at him without expression, listening intently as the young man paused to maintain his composure. Dirk smiled and chuckled lightly as he continued, "We were going to be the first twins in space. We have always said that, since we were kids, that we were going to be astronauts, the first twin astronauts in space." Dirk looked at his hands again and sighed as he continued, "We achieved the astronaut part, or at least were both selected as astronauts, but then you guys asked us, well, basically insisted, that we participate in your 'twins study'. That's how he got to space and I stayed here on the ground. And then, the accident... and suddenly my career at NASA was over, and now... my brother is gone."
By Barden Revelle 4 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifter
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sound isn’t carried outside the atmosphere, because there is no air. Screams don’t exist; stories don’t exist; words don’t exist. Everything that once made my world go round no longer exists for me. But with every minute I’m up here, alone in the vastness of empty space, my mind finds new words to hear, new stories to listen to, and new reasons for me to scream an inaudible scream. Perhaps I’m hallucinating; perhaps it’s a side effect of the strange drugs they gave me before I left Earth- perhaps it’s the fact I haven’t eaten properly in…I have no idea how long.
By Jasmine Hardy4 years ago in Fiction