Sci Fi

Chapter 1. Almost Perfect Girl
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Brittany has always believed in it. At least until recent time.
By Olga Moyseyenko4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Crime. And Punishment.
From the private journal of Karmic Adjudicator Aeonis Hrokjllavi (142311 of that name): Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.
By Sara Zaidi4 years ago in Fiction
The Cleaner
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." said one of the ship's First Lieutenants, loudly sipping from his standard-fleet-issue steel cup, and staring through the starship's viewport. "Not everyone can survive out here. This is a brutal, unforgiving environment. People lose their minds in the vast emptiness between galaxies. I've seen all kinds of people come onto this ship: engineers, doctors, spoiled rich CEOs, social media influencers... they all end up with psychosis. Then guess who's told to straighten them out. Yeah, it's me. They always ask me. Not much I can do though. Most of them volunteer for extra spacewalks. That's where the screaming happens. I guess they think they can scream it out, when they start to lose their minds. The last thing I need right now is another one of you losers having a mental breakdown under my command." He took another long, loud slurp from his cup. "Are you sure you're cut out for this kind of mission, Private?"
By A.V. West4 years ago in Fiction
One Wish Granted
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thrumming of the generator has always been the source of my peaceful sleep. Moderate vibration and homey warmth suffocates the room, somehow relieving me from the feeling of loneliness. Being isolated from the general population isn’t as bad as most people makes it seem. It gives me time to think. Time to focus on what most think is a dream that’s too far to reach.
By Laydee B Writes4 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of the Minotaur
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet the humans screamed. They screamed within the vacuum of space as we ripped them from their garden of Eden, as they called it. They screamed as we took them like livestock and spread them among our ships. They cried out in the silent vacuum of space and screamed in silence. We have never before encountered a species so weak yet so ruthless. If we had known, we would have never tried taking what was theirs. The humans did not go willingly when our ships dropped into their orbit. They did not go without a fight as we gathered them together. Our technology was more significant, and we had little trouble at first. We took them all. The council was greedy, envious, and decisively struck to take that garden of Eden. We scattered the humans out and thought that was the end of it as we began cultivating their forests and oceans. We were harvesting the surplus as our algorithms saw fit, allowing the planet to flourish.
By J. James4 years ago in Fiction
ONE YEAR ON EARTH
ONE YEAR ON EARTH BY LISA RAO CHAPTER ONE: SEPTEMBER. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So that’s why nobody cared that we were brought here against our will, Nix thought. He yawned. He was weary. It had been a long day at school. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His violet blue eyes were bright and clear; there was no indication of the weariness he felt. It’s a lot tougher being the “new kid” than I imagined, Nix thought to himself.
By Lisa Rao4 years ago in Fiction
Hypnosis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. How was I supposed to remember? That heart pounded under my skin so fucking incessantly that I thought it would burst out of my chest, like it knew everything its owner had worked for was about to be swiped away in mere seconds. Yes, so I was blinded by emotion. I still remained loyal.
By Uzma Ali4 years ago in Fiction
Star Bites
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But we all heard those poor guys, it was bloodcurdling. Scott kept saying that there was something up there with him and his team once they got to Guardian Orbital Defense station, and then the screaming started… then static …just unsettlingly steady static that seemed to reverberate throughout mission control.
By Alicia Anspaugh4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - Friend or Murderer
'Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.' Arya's mom told her with a wink. Arya and her mom were sitting on the window ledge, their favourite spot staring at the space with chocolate chai. Arya's parents Ram and Sita, were considered THE most brilliant people in the colony. They were working on a project to discover and communicate with other space colonies. Once Earth had become uninhabitable - groups of humans had taken the space fuel Allinone to start new colonies in space. And they had not been able to get in touch since then. Arya loved these evenings with her mom when they would have chai and talk about the history and other topics. Suddenly the glass pane broke, and her mom was sucked into the space. Arya tried to grab her, but the glass pane was back up. She kept pommelling the windows with her fists.
By Anu Sundaram4 years ago in Fiction
Destadinae
“ Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” said a boy who was almost nobody. Not because his name was short, he struggled to condense infinity into a sound imaginable enough to unravel.
By Tsal Tsrif4 years ago in Fiction
Hope is a Seed. Death is a Star.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The body was silhouetted by the vivid luminosity of a dying star. In an eternal rotation, the body moved in a lifeless ballet. It really was quite beautiful despite the terror of it all. Shafts of refracted light caught the eye as they entered and splintered through the tiny droplets of moisture and blood leaching from the form. What does one call a droplet if it does not drop? If it has no gravity to command its descent? In the absence of gravity, the clustering molecules took on the appearance of sparkling jewels, rubies, and diamonds, adorning the body with a sort of holiness. But holiness suggests a godliness and there was no divinity here, only death. One can’t help but wonder what it feels like to breathe out air and breathe in a void. Would the lungs curl in like the knees of the grief stricken? The face of the floated resembles very closely, that which looks on in horror.
By Wanjana4 years ago in Fiction
The Noah Initiative
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And even if I were not in space, still no one would be able to hear me. I can’t scream when my mind has been detached from my body. My consciousness can yell as loud as it wants, but when my body lays motionless in a regenerative chamber, no sound emits from my mouth. The only people that could hear me were the others in the collective mind. For their bodies, too, lay motionless in chambers of their own. In my mind, I could feel them staring at me and hear them murmuring amongst themselves as I screamed. Slowly, the giant spaceship rotated as more pods were jettisoned. My pod, along with another, ratcheted closer and closer to the launch point.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 years ago in Fiction