Sci Fi
Turn Back Now
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wouldn’t know. None of us made it off the ship. All my fellow colleagues died, except for me. I stared down at the captain’s lifeless body on the floor of the hall. Even when he was dead, he held a dignified expression. He was the one who taught me how to command a room and defend myself. Vince was one of the only crew members I respected other than my father. I always thought of him as the uncle I never had. I would have trusted him with my life. But he kept many secrets too. We all had our secrets that would kill us.
By Jenn Harkless4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Thomas Banks
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Coincidentally, in space there are many reasons a person would want to scream. The things we know are unsettling, to say the least. Perhaps the most rattling knowledge is that space exists within a void. Matter, as we know it, is not present but in fact, the opposite of matter lurks within, paying no mind to the laws of physics or theories of time and space. However, the most scream-inducing nightmares are not made of the things we know. They are made of the unknown, the undiscovered terrors that could be waiting just around the corner of human exploration.
By Stacey Price4 years ago in Fiction
Infinita
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sound requires a medium for its waves to ride, some sort of volume with which to hit sound shores. My cries, deafening as they might've been, had hit a wall of nothing. My throat became hoarse and soon after, blood trickled out of my mouth, mixing and swirling with the fluid in my suit. The only shore my waves hit was that of my own ear canal. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, save for me. Madness is my medium.
By Jorge Goyco Díaz 4 years ago in Fiction
Event Horizon
Chapter One: Outer Galaxy Assignment No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But as a Portologist, I have evidence to the contrary. Oftentimes, the sound of fear and agony will meet me before the traveler’s form. What goes in must come out. Unless it’s a blackhole, but even then we have some questions. Chicken-and-egg, you know? We Portologists aren’t like the gods that protect portals or the varied species that make them. My department mainly focuses on the data collection of who or what comes in or out of which portals. It’s a practically arbitrary science, there being so many categories of portal types and transient types with the infinity of the universe. The data itself is an endless compilation needing a separate science to comprehend.
By Angela Michelle4 years ago in Fiction
Final Song of the Dusk
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hurtling through the endless abyss of the night, I found myself compressed by the sheer agony of my sure dissolution. Desperately grasping for any chance at a single breath of air—a single shred of oxygen to give me just a few seconds respite from suffocation—I gasped and inhaled, yet my lungs remained empty. My suit had torn to pieces from the explosion; my limbs had twisted backward, riddled with shrapnel and debris. Though in a panic, with no more than minutes to live, time slowed down or so it seemed. I could not move my head or my limbs, yet I was aware of every detail of my surroundings. My vision had become crystal clear. My consciousness sharpened into focus, and I felt the blood rush to my brain.
By Adam Putnick4 years ago in Fiction
The Condemned: Prologue
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wouldn't know. I've never been into space, but I've heard the horror stories. People launched into the void of space, left to drift all alone until they eventually die as punishment for their crimes. I'm not talking the truly evil ones like kidnapping, murder, or torture. More often than not, those crimes get a free pass. The crimes that get you flung into space are what they call "crimes against decency", or in other words, nonconformity.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Fiction
Nigredo
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” spoke the man in front of a thick glass window. He spoke calmly into a microphone with his hands behind his back, watching the man inside the tank. “And yet, here you are, screaming as loud as you can as if the frequency of your cries will halt your redemption.”
By Fox Hammel4 years ago in Fiction
Virtual Immortality
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say…. that is how our professor started out his last lecture of the year…..What does that even mean? Seriously, who really cares whether or not you can hear screams out there, you know... beyond the dome. Not like any of us are ever going to be on the other side to find out. I guess that’s the point though right, fill our minds with pointless information that can’t be validated yet no one gives it a second thought.
By Ashley Kelty4 years ago in Fiction
The XTech 10K
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I heard it. Was it a scream? Whatever it was, I shouldn't be able to hear it. I shouldn't be able to hear anything in space. I shook my head. I knocked on the side of my XTech 10K helmet a couple of times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I couldn't pinch myself in a space suit. It was still there, the scream that had started suddenly, coming from... there! But what was there? Nothing unusual. Just the planet cluster we had been terraforming for the last fifty years, with the permission of the locals, of course.
By Vanessa Buckner4 years ago in Fiction
