Sci Fi

Two Seconds to Midnight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that is not how my nightmares go. All I can hear is my screaming as I desperately float away from the one lifeline left in this world. I watch, as the Soteria spacecraft slowly drifts out of my view, beyond the horizon of the Earth. I feel the tears fall down my face, how warm they are against my skin. This spacesuit was not made to have been worn for this long, and it’s beginning to get cold. The suit’s systems are failing. I know because I hear the tireless beeping of the AI alarm system fighting to preserve my life. I feel the end. The darkness of space starts to close in and I sob, not for myself, but for all of humanity that was relying on me. I’ve let them all down.
By Sara Webb4 years ago in Fiction
LICE PIRATE BLUES
ADMINISTRATIVE COMPOUND, GADSHILL COLONY :: SOUTHERN TERRAFORMATION, ZEPHYRUS :: ARCAS-ASTRAEUS SYSTEM 2406 AD “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, OR SO THEY SAY!” Montañés sang, while a choir of broken corpses kept their counsel at his feet. “And MAN is the warmest place to hide, or so they say, or so th--cut, you vicious bastard, cut!--OR SO THEY SAY!”
By CDM4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Watcher.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but you can smell a fart in an airlock. Neither is in your best interest though. So why try? Because we can? Not sure that's the highest and best use of what limited time we have. Working in space has giving me a better understamdment of what time really is. It's a limit. A unforgiving, brutal taskmaster. Time doesn't care what your position in life is. Doesn't care how much disposable income you have nor what your needs may be. If you have 15 minutes of oxygen left, that's your limit. Then you're on borrowed time of what you have left in your body. Whether or not it's three minutes or 5 minutes, you've reached your limit.
By Ron McGill4 years ago in Fiction
Muted
Chapter 1 – The Yeetyard Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But don’t believe them. They lie!
By Stephen Lehnardt 4 years ago in Fiction
The Spaces Between
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. "I heard it," I whisper. The crew doesn't even have the courtesy to look incredulous anymore. Instead, they share a look of communal pity, and that makes my skin crawl. "I did!" I insist, standing in a huff. "It was her! It was!" I've been trying to convince them for almost two weeks now that I heard Mitsy's scream during my last spacewalk, but after placating me with faux fascination one too many times, the crew has apparently decided that they want the old Jace back, in place of the bumbling mad-man I have become.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
Dying Light: Civilizations
After the sun died, the people that survived initially panicked. They started hoarding resources into their homes, not even bothering to share with those nearby. It wasn't until necessities had dwindled down to where hoarding would no longer be possible that people began to try and evenly distribute among themselves. The first colony to establish itself was called Beacon. It grew rapidly around one of the few power plants that still operated. Shoddy huts and tents made from tarps and blankets were hastily built next to the facility to allow people to waste as little electricity as possible during their fights for survival.
By Arin Blackheart4 years ago in Fiction
Eden
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Bonnie Heyes heard her own scream as a muffled hiss that reverberated internally through the muscles and bones that linked her larynx to her ears. Indeed, no sound reached her from outside of her own body. She had only a few seconds to contemplate the horrifying musicality of this final experience before she lost consciousness. Her last sensation was that of the moisture on her tongue beginning to boil.
By Grayce Zhu4 years ago in Fiction
Shoot For the Scars
PROLOGUE The darkness behind Regola’s eyelids was all-consuming. Sleep, she believed, was the only real escape, to enter a world of dream and endlessness where nothing was at stake and she was free to live and die and live again; but she couldn’t fall asleep, even if she wanted to.
By Riley4 years ago in Fiction
Ojo Negra
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space … or so they say.” “That’s not helping right now Eli.” Sara shook her head in disbelief.
By Roxane osborn4 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Rager's Adventures
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” It's one of the phrases Bracatis remembers Bachil repeating the most; from the moment Bracatis could understand words, to the moment Bachil sent Bracatis off hurtling through the vacuum of space.
By Sue Do Nimh4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Aboard: MIRAGE
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which you'd know is complete bull if you've ever visited MIRAGE before, the home of everything and everyone, no matter who you are or what you are. Whether you're human or an orc, or a Gralien (grey aliens, people. We were super creative with naming species back in the day). Everybody is welcome. The freaks and geeks and everything from absolutely beautiful to outright fugly. Which is why - all three hundred and sixty five days of the year - you'll find me at MIRAGE.
By Leigh Hooper4 years ago in Fiction
Decay of Time
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Seems a contingent supposition into the depths of my soul. I've got some territory to roam before I get to this place, I call my home. In space, in a vacuum, empty of thought, when you surrender to the unknowing. When you realize that all of that space is full of information, all that was known and will ever be known and when the vacuum pulls everything down out of you, right through your feet, be completely empty of it with nothing left to hold, and nothing to weigh you down, you can roll across the information of all time. As I let go of my own will and desires so I can be free of its perspective and see the real beauty of my own divinity. For how can I turn down its eternal love and not except the gift it wills for me.
By Erik ubbink4 years ago in Fiction