Sci Fi
Asteroid of Horror
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that’s not true, I am proof of that. I have heard the screams in space. Oh I know physics says that it's impossible, I know god-damn science. But I’ve heard the screams, maybe not with my ears, but I’ve heard them in my mind, in my heart, in my very soul! In fact, everytime I close my eyes I hear them still…the screams. I dream of screams…
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Star Seed
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” I interrupt sarcastically. “Please, Jackson. Can you explain the idea you are expressing?” Ms. Wendell asks curiously, trying to include me in the class discussion but also not trying to rile me up.
By shaundi gonsalves4 years ago in Fiction
The Rite of Valaria
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I was 16 when it all started. The war that broke out between the planets. It was a day like every other. Unremarkable. I’d gotten up, went to school, went to training, and then come home. We sat down to dinner like we did every night and discussed how each of our days had been. Dad mentioned something about work and Mom continued a previous conversation about giving me a brother. We’d finished eating, gotten ready for bed, and it was lights out. Then everything changed. I awoke to the sound of explosions and the unending screams of fear and pain from outside my window. Before I could even get out of bed my father burst through the door shouting. “MAYA, GET UP! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!”
By jennifer prince4 years ago in Fiction
Endless Dark
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s probably a good thing in a way, since I screamed myself hoarse careening out of control into the depths of space when that airlock on the station burst. The sun and stars spun round and round so fast I had to shut my eyes to keep myself from getting dizzy in my space suit. With no leverage, I had no way to stop the spinning. More importantly, I had no way of stopping. All I had were my thoughts as the distance between me and the relative safety of the station increased with every second. There was no coming back from this. I was definitely going to die.
By Jacob Coburn4 years ago in Fiction
The Abomination of Life in Space
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That fact, however, does nothing for you as your mouth will gape anyway, straining release from a newly abject terror that is now extinguishing your essence from existence; the liquid on your exposed tongue beginning to vaporize faster than any rapid-boil technology.
By Verity Corleone4 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge of an Earth that Was
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By all scientific accounts, they’re right. Sound is nothing but an invisible squiggle, a vibration of air molecules, and no air equals no sound. Nothing left but silence as Jason gets shot out of an irreparable spaceship, ejecting him back to Earth in perhaps one of the most iconic moments in early 2000s cinema.
By Tycho Dwelis4 years ago in Fiction
Starlit Nights, Moonlit Days
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. HAH. “Or so they say,” I muttered to myself. Which idiot wrote that? Nobody had been to space in ages, but even children knew the principles of sound waves and space and the resulting lack of noise. The first person who said that unnecessarily haunting statement must be long incinerated. How outdated of them to wonder.
By Erica Shuere4 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible Tragedy of Tukralu
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. A single scream, perhaps, what happens when an entire planet screams? Can a collective cacophony break through the oppressive laws of physics, or will their terror be forever muffled, encasing their legacy in a coffin of negative space?
By Kat Thorne4 years ago in Fiction
Haunted
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Not even the sounds of the blaring alarms could drown out the words as they bounced around in their heads. As the frantic escapees scrabbled to their places in the cockpit, the unspoken memories hovered over them like a storm threatening to break. The warden’s haunting words felt like a noose around their necks, tightening around their throats with every passing second. Each inmate sat down at a console, hurriedly initiating the launch codes as quickly as they could manage in their uncomfortably tight and restrictive grey prison suits. Nervously, one glanced over their shoulder towards the rear of the small shuttle, the short tendrils that trailed from the side of their head fluttered and large blue eyes darted about.
By Sarah Nichols4 years ago in Fiction
