Sci Fi
Sandman
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I am no different. I cannot hear the terror-filled shrieks of the creatures I am watching... that I have watched, for millennia. I have no inkling of how their Sapien voices might sound. I can see them, however. I have seen the hapless beings begging a black sky for a chance of survival. They all do it, at one time or another, even their greedy, careless upper echelon. And I've watched, quietly and passively, in the chaotic hurricane of their agony, for far, far too long.
By Kai K Colby4 years ago in Fiction
Dead Star
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was a fact that I now understand only applies to some. As I stared out toward the planet Vessélin my eyes caught one being that didn't abide by cosmic law. This monster did not care that the lack of oxygen in space ment the vibrations from his vocal cords wouldn't be carried to my eardrums, in order to create the sounds of his screams. The sheer force and power of his vocal cords, were all he needed to make the vibrations. The moment he opened his mouth, he did so in order for all to hear his anger, and believe me they were earsplitting screams. Even in my heavily plated spacecraft, the sound was deafening. The lifeless body of a badly beaten young woman was the only explanation needed to understand the depth of the monster's pain. Her tears were frozen to her swollen bruised cheeks, face forever stuck in mid-tearful plea. The suffering she endured was displayed by her squeezed eyes. It was too much for me to bare, and I was forced to quickly avert my eyes. I understood his rage and I felt flames ignition my heart. "Sarah! No." I finished with a whimper. She was such a sweet young woman, who was so full of spunk and lived with a pure heart disguised behind a tuff persona. When I first met her; some time ago, I couldn't believe that she was the prodigy of the most feared monster from a long forgotten cosmic legend. She was the monster's polar opposite, and he first person to make the gang have some sense of life come back to them. You could say she was the shining light at the end of a long and awful dark tunnel. Now she was dead, snuffed out by some bastard who probably had a hard on for beating weaker enemies. But that bastard had cost his entire species dearly. The monster; nown as Déjin, ad never been known to show mercy. Looking past Déjin, I could see the planet that Sarah was on. It as in the process of imploding on itself. A good portion of its side had already been sucked into a dark sphere that was surrounded by brilliant green lightning. It had been hiding at the planet's core, eating it from the inside while building energy. I knew what this meant and before I could even smile at the satisfaction of revenge, the sphere exploded.
By Tyler Carr4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for a Pulse
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. My mother had once read me a bedside story about a beautiful young girl who had fallen in love with a handsome alien. Their names were Julie and Roman. She was a rambunctious one. Always wanting to impress her alien boyfriend, she was a sucker for a good romance story, especially forbidden ones. She would always visit him with flowers or special little treats from her world. In turn, he would be waiting patiently for her to return to him. In contrast, Roman was a shy boy. He valued his alone time and had a hard time bringing himself to explore the vast galaxy. She pushed him out of his comfort zone. He admired this most about her.
By Erick Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Kybalion
Chapter 1: Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So they all said. Well before I had decided to embark upon a course of study at university, --well before I had even the first and faintest inkling of any dream to one day traverse the stars, --it was a well established and forgone conclusion among both the scientific luminaries, past and present, and in the minds of their adulating public, that mankind, --through sheer might of his own ingenuity and determination, --had encompassed the whole of the cosmos within his mind. Its structure, its movements, its composition, --all very well explained by the fields of both physics and mathematics as expressed in the groundbreakingly tidy equations wrestled from countless nibs of chalk as they scrawled across the blackboard with ecstatic ferocity. These had been the essential precursors to everything we believed. These were the much-reverenced shoulders upon whose immensity stood a gratefully indebted humanity.
By Sean Byers4 years ago in Fiction
New Worlds Challenge
Chapter 1: Hot Mess. Cold Snap. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. What they don’t say is “Everyone can hear a scream in a spacesuit.” Unless you’re at the Emu, where they say it a whole bunch. Mostly in the final minutes before a leap, but also pretty regularly throughout orientation and training. Sometimes this refrain came with a nakedly intimidating eyeball-to-eyeball stare-down, other times with a smirk and a knowing look at a co-worker. Either way, whatever impact this threat or mantra or “in joke” was meant to have on Oslo, it had been utterly worn away through repetition, even to his overly-sensitive emotional radar. If it was anything to actually worry about, he reasoned, they would have covered it in the training. And they hadn’t, so…. just one more thing to add to the list of social exclusions he’ll eventually recall with a spasm some random sleepless night in the future. “Fuhgeddaboudit!” said Al Pacino in Donnie Brasco, (1997, Director Mike Newell, for Sony Pictures, Run Time 127 minutes). And so he did.
By Toby Davies4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The sound of a thousand gut-wrenching screeches resonated through the partitioned section of the ship. Floating on a jettisoned island of metal, Cass winced at the sound, and at the shrapnel in his side. He examined his wounds; the clotting foam wasn’t going to hold for long. He had about five minutes before he started to bleed out. Another scream echoed through the hull and rattled through his head.
By Felipe Colon4 years ago in Fiction
