Sci Fi
Reddish
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They also say that your skin would simultaneously begin to freeze and boil as your lungs rupture. That it would start off as a tingling sensation and change to excruciating pain in the matter of seconds. But my parents have a way of exaggerating their fears to me. Like how my mother would tell me as a little girl that if I didn’t eat all the vegetables on my plate I would die. Many times, I wonder if they are telling me the truth, if I would really lose consciousness as quickly as they say. Or do they exaggerate the rapidness of its effect to instill fear and worry in me so that I am always extra cautious? Other times I think they just fight loneliness as hard as I do, so they recite their warnings out loud to remind me, but more so themselves, that death, as close as it is, is not worth exploring. Yet, when I look out the window, the sun shining down on the red sand calls to me. I can’t help but wonder if it might be worth stepping outside without my suit for a moment just so I could feel the dirt under my feet and the warmth of the sun on my skin before I ultimately meet my painful end.
By Stephanie Rosas4 years ago in Fiction
The Heavy Space
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The nervous beats, overcoming one's body, that feeling of fear corroding your insides whole, while externally frozen in fear. The shrieking sound so deafening, that it nearly sounds exactly like the silence, that’s always bound to come. I sometimes wonder, if we all screamed at full loudness all at once, would it sound just like our silence?
By Honor Honziali4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 | Toothy
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Captain Deucalion groaned. She wadded up the bit of electrical tape she’d been fiddling with and chucked it at her copilot. Thwap. The sticky ball bounced off the man’s head and drifted weightlessly across the cockpit.
By James Stephans4 years ago in Fiction
A New World
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. At ten miles above the Earth’s surface, my surroundings are only the infinite emptiness of the dark horizon, speckled by the celestial bodies. Behind me hangs the pale moon, catching me in its vast shadow. Far below, I can see the multitude of colors and shapes that form my home world’s surface. It is supremely beautiful although I never thought I would see it from this perspective. Being here now, is the achievement of a lifetime for me, but to be here hovering in space without the slightest support, suit, or other man-made apparatus is the crowning achievement of all humanity.
By James King4 years ago in Fiction
Always Out There
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But “they” must have been talking about human screams. The screams I hear are not close to human. They shake the walls of my small vessel, rattling my bones, sending the control system into fits.
By Zak Youssef4 years ago in Fiction
Eternity In A Bottle
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Janice remembered when the academy gave their spiel, tried to scare their students, and none of them had fallen for it. That had been thirty years ago. Since then, she’d spilled blood across more than a dozen systems, and scores of planets. It reminded her of the tried-and-true fact that nothing was as it seemed. The faces of enemy soldiers, complete with all manner of bodily designs and voices, were permanently burned into her mind. Though no sound traveled in a vacuum, she could hear them just fine.
By Alejandro Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Life Signal
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was alright with me. I think I had heard enough screams in the last five years for a lifetime. The last screams I heard were from my neighbors, as their twins were swept from their arms during the nuclear storm. The bomb was designed to destroy our homes and underground shelters. We didn’t stand a chance. We were living in a time of scientific advancement no other species had experienced on our planet, but we weren’t ready for it. Five years before I was born, our civilization uncovered the powers of the microverse and macroverse, reaching our peak of ingenuity. But something else happened that year that would lead to the end of our civilization just twenty years later. The beginning of the end and the beginning of the beginning. That is how life in our Universe works. One ending leads to another beginning.
By Kai Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Bones of Hermes
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space or so they say.. However in about seven minutes time, mission control would get an earful of giddy screams of joy. The whoops of the Hermes crew rang hollowly in the tight space of the shuttle control room. The aircycler competed with their enthusiasm.
By Jordan Flynn4 years ago in Fiction
