Sci Fi
Where did yesterday go?
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wish that was the truth. I wish I couldn't hear the laughs, the cries, the whispers rushing around in this suffocating helmet. I wish I couldn't hear the tear of time as I continue to be pulled back further and further. Although I can't even tell if I'm moving at all, maybe space is moving past me and I'm staying still. Maybe this isn't even real, it sure doesn't feel real. I just feel numb and there is nothing I can do now.
By Katie Riedell4 years ago in Fiction
Mission Mars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The ship had left the earth’s atmosphere all the booster rockets had been released. We were headed for Mars to settle into the colony that was being built there by a lot of sweat and tears. So far, over 1,000 scientists and 250 support staff representing the construction trade and engineering had begun the journey to establish this colony of people from earth only 513 just barely over half had survived the journey. There were also many days that communication between Mars and Earth was not available. Since the last communication breakdown three bodies were found in the Mars colony. The problem is that the bodies did not belong to any of the registered scientist or other support personnel who had been scheduled to travel to the planet. In fact, the bodies are of people over 100 years old. All three born in the 21st century. It is now the 22nd century the year 2189.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Engine Trouble
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hopefully they could still hear a distress signal, or I would be testing the theory myself, with no time to document the results. The main engine had stalled about an hour ago and with it, the life support. I knew I wasn’t far from station K-5-3, but the odds of someone taking the time out of their day to follow a distress signal here were rather low.
By Taylor Mead4 years ago in Fiction
Queen of the Acadian Forest
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I'd been lying on a very strange bed in a very strange place for the better part of three days. Aasir kept saying, "It's trauma. She's in shock," to The Others. He often spoke Urdu with them, so I didn't know what they were saying. He spoke to me in English, repeatedly saying, "Please eat something or drink something; they may intubate you if you don't. I'm afraid if they do, then it will traumatize you more." I think I did eat and drink after some time because he started saying different things. Things like: "You must come and see; we are going so fast. It's incredible!" "It may be easier to manage if you come and ask them questions. They can explain about Earth. I truly believe they don't want to hurt us." I heard everything he said, yet his words had minimal impact on me. Once, I heard him quietly praying, and I think I asked him, "Why?" As I lay there, I sometimes thought about our first day on the ship. I thought of his first words to me, "Hello Eva, I'm Aasir. It's pronounced 'Ah-sur.' I know it can be difficult for Americans," he then frowned and said, "well, I suppose there is no America anymore."
By Kait Thursday4 years ago in Fiction
Not Without Incident
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which is true. In fact, you can't really hear dick-all in space. Not only due to the vacuum part but also because there isn't anything to make any noise. It's quiet as shit out here. Pardon my language, but I've been out here a long time, floating aimlessly by myself, and it's starting to wear on me. It's not supposed to be aimless, of course, and maybe the lads who shot me out here actually do have a trajectory programmed into this supersized CT scanner, but it feels aimless. I mean, there's no up or down or left or right in space, right? It's just...space, empty bloody space, and my official review of space so far is that it's rubbish.
By Adam Diehl4 years ago in Fiction




