Sci Fi

Screams in Time
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I disagree considering every cell in my body is vibrating from my echoing screams as Marc was pulled from my arms. I futilely held my hand out praying he would be okay. The medics rushed him into the trauma suite. Although I know with my brain our ship was ground breaking and state of the art; I wanted more than anything to be Earth side where I know we are safe. My wings flicked behind me giving away just how upset I was. When the doors whooshed shut a long sigh escaped me.
By Cassandra Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
The Far Longing
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So they said. Jaek could hear it. He could hear them. Dozens and hundreds of them. If not through his ears then through his mind. They tore at his heart and at his stomach, like a thousand claws. And he could do nothing to help them. Nothing.
By Sebastian Russo4 years ago in Fiction
The Everyday Life of a Space Junker
Audio Log 25 “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Great another knock off of the Alien Saga, oooh so edgy. It feels like authors now a days have lost the niche and nuance they once had. Where being depressed, alone and lost would cultivate the greatest of stories. Today’s stories are nothing but poorly regurgitated echoes of the ones you shared with me. You had taste, being a man of a century lost in time, you can almost feel the radiating greatness of this era. Stories that would inspire, question, and embark you on the discovery of yourself and the role you play. You left me your library, massive collection of these rare things called books. Books are quite interesting, they are made of what was called reinforced carboard, that was then wrapped in animal hide called leather. The best part was the heart of the book, filled with pages of inked on words. Not pages on a screen, with digitized lettering. There was something almost alive, when you hold a book, a pulsing sensation the author instilled. A very difficult feeling to describe to a generation of monitors, tablets and holographic displays. All I want is to return to your library, I guess my library now, and continue my exploration into a literary nirvana, the Valhalla of the ancient authors. All neatly collected by the open, slightly pretentious taste of yours. Now I’m thinking to much of you and the depression of space is starting to gnaw at my scalp.”
By Horacio Quirrin4 years ago in Fiction
Bait
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s where the rich went, and I, personally, would love to hear them scream.
By Chezney Martin4 years ago in Fiction
ACKLIN-GIORDIANO STAR BRIGADE
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." The recruitment pitch starts the same way every time. We're at a bar, or in a dormitory lobby, or even running alongside gurneys as our prospective team member is being rushed towards immediate medical attention. It doesn't really matter where we are, just that me and Matty are ambushing one of the brightest minds of a generation and are undoubtedly going to walk away with a resounding, "I'll think about it."
By l.j. swann4 years ago in Fiction
The seething Sun
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space”, or so they say. “Dammit!” Jenna exclaimed loudly, as she stared at the page in the magazine that she had been thumbing through, left no doubt by the last jittery worker to occupy the seat.
By Troy Nicholas Tucker4 years ago in Fiction
Abyssalis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The solipsistic nature of humanoids often resulted in universally untrue, narrow-minded notions. It was undoubtedly inaccurate for The Emissary of the Abyss. For as long as The Emissary could remember, howls of agony and wails of sorrow were the symphonic chorus that framed Their life, regardless of Their location. Eventually, it melded with the background and allowed Them to focus on their work, but the song remained. A reminder The Emissary was never alone. A reminder of the mission.
By E.K4 years ago in Fiction
Astrid's Equation
Nobody can hear your scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. These words are written on a poster. This poster is blue and black and white. They never asked me for my input on the poster but happily, this is the color palette I would have chosen. A good omen. I remember thinking that at the time. “This is a good omen.” The phrase itself I thought a bit over the top, but people seemed to like it.
By Eric Dovigi4 years ago in Fiction
Microbial Hearing
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," I muttered under my breath. My therapist pulled out a pen and furiously wrote on her pad.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
The Naked Spacewalk
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s because without atmospheric pressure you have about 10 seconds before you begin to ebullism. The water in your blood and soft tissues begin to vaporize, the surfaces of your tongue and eyelids begin to boil and at 30 seconds you’re a human bloater. Your organs have all swollen to twice their normal size and begun to burst but your skin is just elastic enough to hold everything together nicely. In fact, screaming may be about the best thing you could do assuming your final breath hadn’t already ruptured your lungs on the way out from desperately holding it in.
By Shilder4 years ago in Fiction
POD 99
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. My eyes are sharply prized open from a sudden screech for help. As the obtrusive note lingers an octave higher, I feel it course up my spine. A symphony of screams almost immediately follows; the encore harmonious with the sound of a slaughterhouse.
By Justin Mann4 years ago in Fiction
The Knight: 2079 - D. Hollis Anderson
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, whoever tells you that forgets a few things. A scream starts in the mind before it bursts from the lungs. Do you think we hear with our ears? Maybe I’m turning philosophical in my misery, but aren’t ears only a tool of the mind? All I know is when you’re being sucked out of an airlock at a velocity that liquifies brain matter to burst like a volcano out of any hole in the skull it can find, you live just long enough to hear the start of that scream. The feral shriek of a dying mind. So yeah, you could say I’ve heard a scream in space.
By D. Hollis Anderson4 years ago in Fiction