Sci Fi
Death Warrant. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This poor woman’s gaping mouth, bulging eyes and visible terror told me she tried, at least. I double-checked the mag lock on my borrowed boots as I shuffled sideways to get a better look at her body, still twenty feet away. A tiny trail of blood had trickled from her lips, forming a delicate line that led deeper into the cargo bay, evidence that scream didn’t empty her lungs fast enough to prevent the vacuum of space from explosive decompression, shredding the internal tissue. Ebullition had vaporized the water in her body, pushing it to the surface of her skin, distorting her face into a bloated mask.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Every Inch a Hero
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The science behind it was certainly sound enough. She’d calculated probabilities only an hour ago, running the stats in her head pre-launch, various scenarios (helmet com active, accidental spacing, true vacuum) accounted for. Not that she planned to do any screaming, today or any other EV day, but the physics comforted her like nothing else.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Asteroid Field
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But they clearly haven't been on the Shanty Armour, flying through an asteroid field, with Lawrence Firestone as captain. Because that sure as hells feels like someone outside the ship would hear.
By Amelia Piening4 years ago in Fiction






