Sci Fi

Rogue Planet
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Jayda mused while working persistently, but ineffectively, on the saviour pod’s unfamiliar interface. The Chianina’s synchronised red strobe lights and alarm klaxons, maintained their insistent pulsing drone, urging her to abandon ship.
By John Kemp4 years ago in Fiction
The Fate of T Vasily 03
1. KARIM ‘Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.’ The kneeling Transient’s voice tremored, betraying his desperation. Karim didn’t look at him. Neither did he look at his fellow warder but knew there would be a sneering smirk of delight lurking behind an assumed veneer of compassion. He’d seen it seven times before. Witnessed Bonnar’s insistence on this ridiculous, pointless ritual designed to drag out the inevitable suffering. Karim hated the squirming sensation his bowels made when, before, he’d watched the alternating flashes of terror and hope cross inmates’ faces. He’d quickly learned to look away, to look at a point just above their heads, to study the deep space sky outside, with its flickering remnants of beginnings and endings. He’d learned to keep his gaze at such a discrete angle Bonnar would never guess he wasn’t watching. Karim knew what would happen if Bonnar even suspected he was giving in to any kind of lily-livered response. But still, the whimper in the inmate’s voice reminded him of the days when he had watched and found himself almost admiring Bonnar’s tremendous sense of sadistic timing.
By Elaine Ruth White4 years ago in Fiction
From Above and Lurking Below
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Of course, “they” had never seen an angry Tyraxus in the void before. This is likely because none who witnessed one lived long enough to make pithy sayings. Accordingly, there were no diligent historians scribbling away in their notebooks to witness the physics defying bellows released from the gargantuan beast.
By Samuel W Reid-Mckee4 years ago in Fiction
Uncharted Territory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, the raven-haired Giselle Williamson found herself disagreeing entirely with that statement as she watched her prisoner take in a ghastly scene on a security recording.
By Belinda Sipling4 years ago in Fiction
The Emergence
Chapter 1: Disjointed Recollections Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… echoed the words silently in my head as we floated through the emptiness, with nothing but the sound of our breathing and racing hearts within our bio-suits. The unfettered destruction behind us gives off nothing more than the bright flashes from the life support systems exploding and chunks of our ship fleeing in every direction, unhindered by friction yet unable to outrun the memories of the past. The past… is what ‘they’ sought to destroy, to stop a future, and is where we must look for the answers for where we are going. This is how my story ends.
By Cai 4 years ago in Fiction
The Saphirine
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But a scream can move at the speed of light through the proper medium.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Defenestration
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The crushing weight fell upon him, he knew he could not pierce the veil to find what he had lost or to alleviate their suffering. Both had met their end, their status, alive or dead, was illusory. An indistinct pain tore at him slowly, a corrosive ill that he knew held a potential to destroy him. It had to be attenuated, its vast dark energy as powerful as the stellar masses he chronicled. For now, the death of others and his role in determining the failure, the fault, the cause of annihilation, temporarily displaced his existential torment that manifested after he thought about her. Reviewing the data in his room, he cycled through the latest exploratory disaster that befell a crew of 70, a routine resource gathering mission that led to their death during their return back. The crew members came from all quarters, sending a shockwave across various segments of the station, driving an intense focus on his chosen profession. The error had to be located, classified, and discarded as quickly as possible. The hope, that drive for exploration could only be maintained if the failures were documented and dealt with, the unremitting terrors of the cosmos had to be reduced to cartographic or navigational errors, otherwise the exploratory edifice would collapse.
By Brian 4 years ago in Fiction
The Astral Empress
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Dawson fidgeted as he looked at the other passengers. Other than a few weak laughs, everyone else either looked uncomfortable or disturbed. Dawson even spotted one or two that looked ready to run for the exit.
By Rebecca Patton4 years ago in Fiction
A Room With A View of the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They’ve said it over and over again, laughing coldly and spitting in my direction as they go about their work on the station. For all of my knowledge and what I have done to uncover the earth, I don’t actually know if this is true.
By Mara Suttmann-Lea4 years ago in Fiction
A Scream of Hope
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That thought ran through my head after I had screamed for a full minute. What else could I do? I was floating in space with no way to contact the spaceship from which I had become detached.
By Eric Blumensen4 years ago in Fiction
Space Is Not Empty
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m living in space right now, if you can call this living, and what they say is true: no one can hear me scream. And I can’t hear any of the other people around me. I think a few of them are screaming, based on their faces. Others seem happy, or at least content. Many are hiding their emotions.
By Richard Buck4 years ago in Fiction
HiveArk
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I, for one, know that not to be true. At least, I know I heard my mother’s. The others say I was just imagining sound to match the horror and fear I saw on her face when it happened. But I swear I heard her, and the echo of the memory still haunts me.
By Heather Foster4 years ago in Fiction