Sci Fi

THE FOLDED ONES
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m about to find out if that old adage is true. # It was an accident. No one’s fault but maybe my own, though my compatriots would say it was a failure of the team. In any event, it was my duty as elevator repairman for the cargo tethers linking Armstrong Moonbase to the primary orbital docking port when the usual robotic climbers were misbehaving, And as it was often too tedious and time-consuming to send a human crew on the tether holding the tramway, we’d go up in a skipper – a small spider-like capsule not dissimilar to the ancient LEMs from Apollo days – in a rendezvous maneuver. This could be tricky, as we’d have to catch one of the tethers holding the elevator steady between the Armstrong’s gravity well and the stationary docking station, rather than attach to the dock itself, depending on how far down the uptether the robot in question was locked up.
By Mark Rhodes4 years ago in Fiction
Knot's Rules to Live By
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The pleasant female voice paused for a moment in consideration. “However, that doesn’t mean the scream never existed.” As the words flowed through my brain, they began to distort into a shriek of agony that shook the essence of who I was like a dog with a live wire. Tastes, sounds, and colors all combined into an eternal screech of agony; one I was unable to return. All I could sense was the unending torment of the scream.
By Ben Flynn4 years ago in Fiction
#4
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The void simply swallows the noise while death swiftly follows. Though it is curious to imagine what sort of creature would be able to scream in that vast emptiness. The answer to that question is quite simple; those that can breathe can scream. Perhaps this next part is best put as a riddle: what swallows all light and noise?
By daniel alexander4 years ago in Fiction
Entanglement of the Heart
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Then again, how can anyone ever really know things like that? Just because our kind is capable of moving amongst the multiverse freely, couldn’t possibly mean that those on their planets can as well. If they can too, wouldn’t we have bore witness to it at some point during our travels? All of these thoughts swirled around Nuth’s head. He wasn’t very sure how to keep them all in when everyone always considered him crazy for thinking this way. There was no other lifeform out there except us here on Jawnis. At least, that’s what we’re taught.
By Sharon Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Swamps
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” It’s a line travelers use to make themselves feel daring, a ghost story to frighten neighbors already too fearful to venture off their home planets. But for those that dwell in the vacuum itself, adrift in the vastness, the question of who can hear us bears little relevance. We know better than to think that anyone is listening.
By Stories By Ell4 years ago in Fiction
I Hear The Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They are wrong. The very stars scream through lightyears of vacuum if you only know how to listen.
By Paul Davis4 years ago in Fiction
The View From The Lorica: Chapter 1.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I can see his scream. We detect it in the greens and reds of his heat pattern. My imagination and memory add the soundtrack.
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Fiction
New World
New World Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space or so they say. “No”! Butterfly screamed in the control center. She knew there was no way getting out of this pickle. “Ah, it's your turn Fly”! Sage boasted towards Butterfly. “You lost the game”, Bumper said all smiles. Ofelia the fourth head crew member joined in on the laughter. Sage was a NASA representative from American de Norte resembles of Tom Cruise. Bumper, head mechanic from Panama with red hair and freckles, inner child all a glow. Then Ofelia, Butterfly’s college friend, who graduated in geography and specializes in navigation of the seas and stars.
By Akwaugo Ibe4 years ago in Fiction
Hunters
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Zi faltered suddenly, the memory of a warning snapping her out of pace on what was beginning to feel like an endless journey. She stopped moving, trying to recall where she had heard that before, and upon realizing that she was alone, decided to wait for her sisters to catch up. By the time she could make out two figures on the horizon, the sun was almost gone. On its slow descent, lingering streaks of auburn seemed to fuse into the muted copper earth, creating the most unusual sunset. In a few hours, the desert would be pitch black and frigid, with only a crescent of obscured moonlight to keep them on trail. The night in front of them promised danger, so Zi savored the residual warmth above her head pouring out of the taupe sky like paint on a murky canvas, its glow reminiscent of daylight. The brief moment of quiet broke quickly with the sound of footsteps catching up. Turning to face the approaching hunters, Zi gave them a quick once-over. Seri, the oldest of the group, wore an irritated expression, opening her mouth to speak the moment she stopped walking.
By Mahoro 4 years ago in Fiction
Sink
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Alice declared in her soft, spooky, low tone of voice as a dim flashlight lit the underside of her neck.
By Morgan Brielle4 years ago in Fiction
Space Banshee
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As Marlo hung suspended in the blackness of the void, her limbs writhed and thrashed, her hands and feet grasping for ledges that were not there. The black ash from the cannon she’d been launched from clung to her skin, stinging her eyes. She had no idea if she was upside down or right side up as she whirled, turned, arched and reached into the empty space around her. Slowly the panic she felt began to ebb away, replaced by a giddiness. She was alone. She’d made it. She’d escaped again. There were no faces to scan for malicious intent and no crowds to survey for Flexion spies. As a laugh escaped her lips, she saw a bubble form around it and carry it away. She tried a tentative scream and saw a much larger bubble form around it, the scream pushing against the bubble’s glossy surface, distorting its spherical shape. She knew she would be heard, even in the vacuum of space. Her scream would travel past planets, stars, moons, nebula and even black holes to eventually fall upon ears that couldn’t resist the call. She would be found, she just had to be prepared for who would find her this time: The Flexion, her Family or someone else entirely.
By Amy Mackenzie4 years ago in Fiction
The Star of Xallia
Chapter 1 Xallia They say, nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. It would probably just kill me faster anyway. My muddled reflection struggled to breathe, distorted on the caved in wall of my cockpit, laying between me and the endless Black Sea. I dare not look away from her, in fear of giving into the warm pool enveloping my body, beckoning me to sleep. I watched as her chest rose and fell short. In her eyes I found the reflection of a life already lived, the burden of countless taken, and the hollowness of a future never to be. The sea of green and gold engulfing the wandering needlepoint of our eye, was the only thing I seemed to recognize. Drifting to the bloody mess that was a pressurized suit, black and silver strands of cloth clung to our arms plastered to several long gashes that seemed to have always been. Speckled, charred, blistered and bloodied flesh, peaked through burn holes dappled down our legs. The ancestral marking slicing the jade of our now bare torso cut short. A piece of curved metal shrapnel glistened just below our lungs. Laying side by side, bits of blonde dipped crimson spilled across the floor. Crushed by my source of freedom, accompanied by a reflection, It seemed about right. A fitting end for someone who had lived like me. The weight of the vastness around me pulled my eyes shut. Pulling me further from my partner. My tie to this physical plane, my comfort and my pain. Replaced by the gentle coax of the vastness of space.
By AAshes4 years ago in Fiction