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Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, that has been proven wrong. Considering our ship is picking up screaming on the radio, which is weird. most of the crew are in favor of investigating it, which to be fair makes sense I mean screaming in space is something alright. Still, though it could be something horrible too. Still, I get trying to figure it out and who knows maybe it's something harmless. Also, this thing is very far away from us.
By Damien Bussing4 years ago in Fiction
Wayward Souls
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I think that’s awfully assuming. Awfully presumptuous. A bit pretentious and possibly true. I doubt anyone ever tried to test it. Not really. Not a true, gut wrenching and agonized scream. One of terror and pain. The whole of the time this project was enacted, the years we spent orbiting the earth, I’m sure the only screams were ones of joy. Of new life. Of happiness.
By A.L. Davidson4 years ago in Fiction
The Seed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet, it’s not the screams that worry you once you’re out in the void. The empty black sea that stretches out between the islands of light, the inhabited systems sit like islands in that sea. The feeds from those worlds stretch out over the dark waves, light from a lighthouse, beckoning travelers’, who have not strayed too far from shore, home.
By Joshua Thrasher4 years ago in Fiction
Enceladus
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Manya wasn't about to find out. Every breath wasted was a few seconds of her life given to the great void. The stars had no use for the oxygen in her lungs but she still did. Manya set her breathing exercises into motion. Slow and measured.
By Joseph DelFranco4 years ago in Fiction
More Than Fog On Little Cat Feet
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But everything and everyone hears differently. An illuminated sound gives the unheard a physical presence. And when I spotted the luminescence on the black horizon, I could feel the scream.
By Lynn Hummer4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Home
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As Rayne tumbled through the emptiness of space, her screams were anything but silent. Her screams were everywhere, surrounding her. So many thoughts and questions were clanging through her mind. She had been rejected, thrown out, abandoned by her crew, her family. Tears streamed down her face. She should be dead. Everything she knew about space told her she should be dead. Her screams should be silent. She shouldn’t be crying. The end was supposed to be quick and silent and painless. There was no pain, but her fear was overwhelming.
By Brittany Swenk4 years ago in Fiction
Joshua Campbell: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The open air of a town-car was a different story. The solid black paint did little to muffle the sounds of a scream. Much less to muffle the voices on it’s radio, tuned straight to the back passenger, Joshua Campbell.
By Christopher Beesley 4 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Heaven
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But what if it’s space itself that’s doing the screaming? Janix Frey, chief of psych security for Space Station Firmament, braced herself for the next wave in an exhausting series she’d endured so far when space-time—or rather a disruption to it—would bleed sound over everyone present on the station.
By Jenny Hargood4 years ago in Fiction
In and Out
-"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Alain Thériault was sitting on a grassy hill contemplating the stars. He was the silent type, but the inside of his head was as vast as the universe with all its awe inspiring lights, until recently where the emptiness slowly became an obsession. His glasses were resting awkwardly on his nose. He adjusted them, then looked at the beer he was holding, his glasses came back down where they were. Undoing one button from his shirt and taking a sip from his beer, he tilted is head back to what he liked best, thinking.
By Samuël Robert4 years ago in Fiction
