Sci Fi

Golden Years
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… Major Culpham had that thought in his head as he prepared for the day. He looked through the viewfinder and studied the material captured. All the scanning of the previous day was uneventful and he felt that he should just get this out of the way early to complete his other duties. And yet…he felt an urge to go back once more and review what he saw…and heard.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
The Rescue. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say< >Thank god. I can't help but think you screamed like a baby when your ship crashed.
By Jane4 years ago in Fiction
Bereft
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you don’t have to hear something to feel it. A silent scream— deep and aching, but inaudible. The reverberations of that desperate cry seem to shake the very stars themselves. They streak across the sky, celestial tears falling on the face of a dying planet. Constellations of cracks taking shape across its surface, some narrow and delicate, others deep and vast— lit from within by the shattered, fiery heart of the planet caving in upon itself. All that was beautiful long ago devoured by the selfishness and greed of the planet’s inhabitants. Delving deeply in pursuit of more resources, when they already had all they needed to thrive, never giving a thought to the consequences their actions might produce. Nearly lost within the chaos, a final gasp— a dying breath, shuddering and soft. Sent by the breeze of its final sigh, was the remnant of those who were now set adrift, with nowhere to cast their anchor, no safe haven to return to, no place to call home. The passengers desperate to put enough distance between themselves and the place they once called home, before the very planet whose beauty and life their greed had devoured, would with it’s dying breath consume them. The last echoes of what had been, fading with each generation, until there is no memory of home at all. Only a vague impression shrouded deeply within the shadows of the past, or a deep indescribable yearning for a place they had never known. They say those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. But how can you learn from the mistakes of the past, if your history has passed from knowledge, no longer even dwelling in the shadowed memories of the ancient still living among you. Bereft. They wandered, drifting for generations never setting foot in a place long enough to establish roots. Exploring, their restless hearts searching. But for what? They could no longer remember. In the vast expanse of space they would surely find what they had been seeking... wouldn’t they?
By Su Fe4 years ago in Fiction
For want of sleep
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, what’s the point? Why waste all that precious oxygen screaming when no one can hear it? I inhale deeply and let it out with an audible sigh, then I turn away from the window and walk back to my bunk.
By Aingeal Stone4 years ago in Fiction
The Call
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was the old belief, space has no air, sound is air vibrations, therefore no air means no sound, no sound means no screams. This belief was held for decades, that is until we heard heard hundreds of thousands of screams coming from space all at once. October 17, 2022, the day Earth heard The Call.
By Donny Foley4 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams and Celestial Dreams
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you can hear your own screams, and sometimes the silent ones are the loudest.
By Bernadette Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Ears
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is why I wasn't trying to be very polite when I lost a screwdriver doing an EVA. Losing my tools meant wasting the next 5 minutes navigating back to the hatch and grabbing the cable they were attached to. I was screaming obscenities despite working hand to hand with Sam whom I rather liked, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hear a thing. This was when I noticed a subtle pulsating light from the direction of the moon which we were orbiting. That's weird. I turned the walkie-talkie on.
By Alexander Novikov4 years ago in Fiction
Return of the Nabis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But Randy heard it at the top of her final workout at sunrise the day after Jalen gave her the signal to prepare the cabinet. She was hanging upside down from the parallel bars on her rooftop deck overlooking a sweltering Battery Park City. As the blood rushed to her brain, the beads of sweat trickled down her mostly shaven head to the nape of her neck where they pooled at the bottom of her hourglass tattoo.
By Fauve Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Invasion of Mars IV
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The same goes for rock music, but I’m the kind of woman who’d try it anyway if I ever get off this doomed mining planet.
By Lisa Stout4 years ago in Fiction
A flash of life for Archie Stibb
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. What would be more terrifying - if there wasn't a single shriek of pain outside the atmosphere of planet Earth or if trillions upon trillions of howls and wails ricocheted from one end of the universe to the other?
By Jonny Long4 years ago in Fiction
The Split
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This vacuum had all the makings of the real world. There was a hot humid feeling in the air, like a stuffy apartment with closed windows after a week long heat wave, without a drop of rain. The odour of pine scented cleaning products mixed with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. There was even a canvas squiggled with “positive vibes only” on the wall, with a backdrop sea view outside the window with the midday sun reflecting off the water. The anomaly? A blond woman sat hugging her knees naked, robotically rocking back and forwards in what appeared to be a loop of terror, with a tall dark haired man sadistically watching this torturous pinnacle of suffering on repeat with a grim grin on his face. The man had all the characteristics of a model. Perfect symmetrical cheek bones, a thick dark head of hair, with a look in his eyes that was simultaneously inviting and terrifying. His abdominals ripped and bulged out of the top of a blue pair of comfortable looking jeans with a dark brown leather belt semi-opened hanging in midair. The dazed blond woman sat in the corner of the room and was equally perfect in appearance. Her long blond hair had dark chestnut brown streaks and she had large sparkling blueish grey eyes. Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster and looked as if they could have been holding a tiny morsel of food. She had two perfectly round symmetrical breasts pressed up against her knees, and although it could not be seen, the imagination told us she had an equally perfect abdomen to match her exposed legs. One thing that was unmistakable was the terror in her eyes, and the twisted pleasure in his, with a soul piercing scream of terror filling the room.
By Luke Miller4 years ago in Fiction
Modifications Will Be Required
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I scream anyway. I scream a wordless expression of pain and rage, devoid the nuance of language and yet infinitely more expressive for it.
By Eric4 years ago in Fiction