Sci Fi

Traversers Cogitationum: Et Imminens Circulus
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Dr. Slade's opening words arrested the air as I braced myself for the grinding minutes to follow.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
The Galactic Revolution
Chapter 1 "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It has been 90 days since we lost communication with Enterprise X." We were inside of a tiny classroom. There were two small windows that barely let in any light. I didn't realize how compact and congested it felt at first. I take a deep breath, point to the white board, and continue with my presentation.
By C_M_Estrada4 years ago in Fiction
Is there really such a thing as a vacuum of space?
In the vast emptiness of space, there is no sound. But that doesn't stop people from screaming. Some people scream when they're excited, like when they're finally able to walk in zero gravity. Others scream when they're scared, like when they see a meteorite hurtling towards their ship.
By Josh Ores4 years ago in Fiction
Voices From The Rift
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And yet there it was as clear as day. Captain Jonathan Hawk listened to the distress message again from his ready room on his starship The Orion.
By Jonathan Deguire4 years ago in Fiction
Nomad of Neptune
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Life flashes back into Master Gunnery Sergeant James Denison as his mind wanders in the small cryo-pod. A red aura pulses as his vision begins to focus on the frosted glass. The bitter cold elevates his heart as the thawing and cold sweat tests his body's defenses. He focuses on his surroundings and looks down at an ejection lever and pulls it. The pod cracks open as Denison slithers out and plops on the floor.
By Mark Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
The Airlock
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe I was the one who could not hear. I was isolated in this experience. I was alone. I can see the other woman screaming through the window, attempting to get my help. My attention. I put her there.
By Miss Ghoul4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Ark by Zachary A. Pieper
Event Log: 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Raphael knew he didn’t want to find out. Yet, he always felt this compulsion when he looked out the viewing window on the observation deck. The compulsion to go find out exactly that. Even though it would basically require someone’s death, and he tried to rationalize it away, tried to smother the morbid little curiosity inside him. He never could. He lifted his cocktail to his lips as he contemplated whether or not the mania was getting to him. He thought maybe a trip to the Doc might be wise. But he didn’t want to be put on meds. Or worse, on ice.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...4 years ago in Fiction
Skeltik
Chapter 1: Contact Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The reality is, nothing in space cares if you scream.
By Adam Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
Negressbot
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was because the one who would be screaming was an android. Negressbot flew on a spacecraft powered by dark energy to the dwarf planet Pluto. What should have taken twelve years lasted a mere twelve months at speeds nearing two million kilometers an hour.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Blood In The Space Station
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We did though, we definitely heard a scream. The weirdest part is the scream sounded very human-like, very prominent, and loud. Yet it came from outside of the space station, quite literally from the nothingness surrounding our base of operations.
By Zachary M. Cain (Creative/Copy Writing)4 years ago in Fiction
Homecoming
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As they waited in the barren hall of the station, Papi put his hand on Evan’s shoulder. Despite Evan’s age they were nearly the same height. “Different from last time, hmm?” his grandfather said.
By Bernard Bleske4 years ago in Fiction
Drought
Drought By Robert Woods The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The window was encrusted with dirt and old white cracked paint covering it’s rotten wooden frame. It the heat of the day she could see out for a brief moment, when the sun was in the East. Today the small framed woman sat on the edge of her ragged mattress carelessly tossed in the floor, waiting anxiously for her fleeting seconds of observing the world outside. A world she has never seen. Not really anyway. Living in tunnels and bunkers for most of her life, she had never felt the grass beneath her feet or breathed in the salty ocean air. Her red hair a prized commodity. She was mechandice.
By Robert Woods4 years ago in Fiction