Sci Fi
Ulysses North
Nobody can hear a scream from the vacuum of space, or so they say. Today, I get to test that. I secure my helmet, lock the visor, and take a deep breath. Ahead of me lies the last standing barrier between everything I've ever known, and the marvelous unknown, i.e., all that I've ever yearned to unravel since I was five.
By Sneha Pradhan4 years ago in Fiction
Legitium Order
Chapter One The Maltopyian Wars Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Josephina took off her headset for the last time. She was going into the jump pod despite all of the warnings and red flags. What would really kill her was not going at all. Most of the chemicals they gave the initiates were beta blockers which never really had much of an effect on her. She’d miss her giant dose of anti-love that kept her warm, dry and just out of harms way. The sugary pungent pills that eked saliva from her mouth like a leaky faucet, who’s only aim was to nullify her senses for touch and tenderness. Those were lost to her from the moment she was orphaned. But that was the whole reason she was going she told herself despite her knowing what really drove her to leave.
By Deena Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Mare
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The man who sat on the shuttle’s passenger bench crossed his legs. He slouched in the seat, creasing slightly his navy spacesuit. His yellow shoulder pads, complete with the Cross badge of the First Class Prison Frigate, The Rikers, reflected the pulsating lights of the transport shuttle. He watched Ericelda Serna pull on the straps of her seat.
By Julian Grajales4 years ago in Fiction
Whitebread Willy in a Strange Land
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 F100 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. The problem is it needed a part they don’t make anymore and so the 1979 front disk brakes were about to fail completely and the rear drums had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Ernest Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue4 years ago in Fiction
Ranking the System
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Naturally, that depends on the shape of the scream. Does it belong to one of the Storots? They don’t scream with mouths, so you don’t hear them with ears. They’re a different kind of being, searching the vast unknown.
By Matthew Daniels4 years ago in Fiction







