Sci Fi

Quantum Paradox
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s according to the rules of physics we are aware of. In the quantum realm, these rules no longer apply. In the quantum realm, we begin to experience the truth of a holographic reality. A scream doesn’t have to be heard, it can be felt.
By Ashlyn McKnight4 years ago in Fiction
The Gene Timer
The Gene Timer CHAPTER 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Thats exactly the feeling that I had as my voice echoed through the darkness of the Goose Island Woods. I lay there screaming for help knowing that no one can hear me. “Please someone help me” I scream as my voice echoes through the emptiness of the woods. Only it doesn’t feel like night to me. I can see perfectly clear, clearer than I ever have. I try and stand up to only feel a sharp stabbing in my lower right abdomen. As I go to grab my stomach I feel an unfamiliar scar, “what the hell is this?!” I yell as I wince in pain while my fingers run over the jagged scar about 6 inches in length. I slowly begin to stand up, my balance not what I remember it to be. I’m feeling groggy like I have been asleep for days. Have I been? How long was I out? Has it been days, weeks, years? The last thing I remember is walking home to my house from the bar. I was fumbling for my keys and then everything after that is a blur. I go to try to check my phone to see what the date it is, “Of course it’s dead” I mumble to myself. “I might as well start walking”, I say to myself. I start to wander through the woods hoping to catch a glimpse of someone or hear the bustle of the city. I begin heading what I believe is the quickest way out of the woods. It’s a hot and humid out and I’m still in a long sleeve crew neck, and blue jeans. As I start to sweat I decide to roll up my sleeves, and that’s when I notice on the inside of my left wrist something unusual. It looked like a tattoo of a timer, but it was counting down. 47 hours 53 minutes and 16 seconds…... 15 seconds…14…13..12. My mind begins to panic, “what could this be, a bomb, is it counting down my time left on this planet, a sick joke?”. I start running hoping I would run into someone. “Please help me!” I frantically yell as I feel the droplets of moisture form on my face. With ever step I slowly begin to lose hope that I will ever get out of these woods.
By Troy Richert4 years ago in Fiction
Between
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That made sense, but here now, floating in space, he wasn't so sure it was as simple as that. It would seem obvious why you shouldn't be able to hear a scream because it should be impossible for anyone to scream. If you are floating in space without a suit, you will freeze immediately, which should happen, so it's not hearing the scream that is a problem but having time to scream. However, that has all changed now because, in the last short while, he screamed twice and once while floating up here in space.
By nigel Bullers4 years ago in Fiction
Kellek's Aria
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I'll find out for sure in about thirty seconds if I don't get out of these cuffs. It's too bad these are the newer style with the wrist field grip, otherwise I could just dislocate a thumb and get one hand free. Fat chance of that working as long as the batteries last - which will be a lot longer than the few seconds I have left.
By Russel Porosky4 years ago in Fiction
Voidforce
Chapter One Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But what about the screams here on Earth? An obvious, almost banal question, I know. But I believe it is justified, for the vacuum of space has come to us—or something even more unfathomable than it.
By Martin S.4 years ago in Fiction
Humilitas Occidit Superbiam
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Air cannot travel without instantly freezing; the only bodies allowed to exhale are those that burst into a giant display of chaos, spitting life-creating elements onto the deepest reaches of our minds and everything else’s orbital space. I have been screaming for years now whilst my blood, sweat and tears boil into crystals, and my heart churns into the perceived rhythm of the Sun, submitting the all-presence into eternal orbit towards the center of the Milky Way. A cyclical shift into hypomania has been long overdue, but things don’t move the same way out of Earth. One cannot submit to the crushing defeat of the perceived absence of matter, life, light, love. Quicker shall be the perpetual particle journey through space, for now only I could simulate the inaudible representation of pain. This absence of sound reminded me of the time I first became a mathematician.
By Irmin S4 years ago in Fiction
Inmate 871
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The words swam up unbidden to her mind. The only noise in the airlock was the hum of the station and the muted, sporadic thumps and bumps coming from the other side of the hatch. Alex drifted closer to the small window, her breath fogging up the glass. Inmate 871, also known as Alexandra Stiles, watched as a dead man thrashed and clawed at the hatch from the other side, its bloody teeth bared as it screamed in silent fury.
By Tylor Haydon4 years ago in Fiction
Excerpts from the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Science doesn’t allow it. A scream needs an atmosphere to travel, a sea of invisible particles to carry it from the physically pained to the mentally scarred. Space lacks that atmosphere, that conduit needed for verbal communication between two conscious beings. It’s nothing more than a vacuum: cold, empty and devoid of substance. And yet some of you reading this might choose to disagree with my definition of space. You might try and tell me that planets, stars and countless other heavenly creations are within the all-encompassing body that we refer to as space, providing wonder and amazement to the few that are lucky enough to set eyes on them. But when you’ve been out here for as long as I’ve been, locked away in the most advanced prison that humanity has ever designed, sailing across the black, unerring void with the same monotonous faces for company and the same tiny specks on the horizon — specks that after months of approach seem just as infinitesimal as the first time you set your eyes on them — I would have to disagree.
By Cameron Adams4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Black
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wish it were true. When you’re surrounded by an infinite void and what should be certain death, the last thing you want to hear is a blood-curdling scream. Yet, here I am floating through space when I hear that sound that I will never forget.
By Jacqueline Amadi4 years ago in Fiction
The City of Nyssa
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sometimes I feel like I am that voiceless person screaming into the void. Like no one even cares to listen.
By Nicole Maridan4 years ago in Fiction
REBIRTH
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That may be true of the beings of Earth but that is by our design. Every being we create are made to only inhabit their planet and exist in their atmosphere. Back before the Fold it was different. We were different.
By Gabriel4 years ago in Fiction
The Here and Now
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. He read that scrawled on the sign in front of the bookstore. He smiled; he knew better than anyone the answer to that age-old question because he had been there in that situation. He knew much more about space and the stars, how many are visible from here, even with their new telescopes, and what was beyond their reach. To others, it might simply seem to be a random sign, but he knew this was just more; little breadcrumbs, markers around an event., It was far less random than it appeared for those looking for them.
By nigel Bullers4 years ago in Fiction