Sci Fi

Phoenix Falling
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s what made the ear shattering scream coming out of my ship’s communication console so unnerving. I had been traveling alone in the uncharted sector, lost in the far reaches of the galaxy for nearly 10 years now, and had not heard a sound from the ship’s communication device since the last radio call had come through some 3 years after my mission had begun.
By Diane Graebner4 years ago in Fiction
Mars 2159
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I always thought that was such a stupid statement. I mean as if it’s so quite in space that no one can hear you, space is buzzing with activity. I’m Sarah Gregorio by the way, I’m Latin-American and a self-confessed nerd, and space addict. I enjoy all aspects of space and space travel, the thrilling highs the soring lows, I’m a bit of a mix bag when it comes to those kinds of things. I live on Mars in the year 2156. We as humans managed to migrate to Mars in the year 2105. I was born on Mars and I’m a 3rd generation Martian, as people like to call us. I go to a space academy in a place called Colony Bay, just outside the Tharsis Montas region. Our area homes about 50,000 people all from different walks of life who have all taken the opportunity to experience a brand-new life for themselves, thanks to their grandparent’s choice to move here. My grandpa, who was a space cadet always told me stories about his space travels, it’s probably how I got so excited by the concept of exploring the world one day. We have plenty of food, water, and oxygen all home grown from the red soils of the planet, which tastes just as good as anything you could grow on earth.
By George Hall4 years ago in Fiction
Khalsa One
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, they say. But my father's scream still sounded in my ears even now, 13 years after the day the comms went dead on the Etienne Bleu. All the other recruits at the Academy looked to the night sky with hope, kindling their dreams by starlight as they streamed through the courtyard, back to the bunks each night. I looked into the vastness and heard my father's anguished cry echoing through it. I felt no particular hope, only a cold, distant pain, and determination.
By Charmaine Kirsch4 years ago in Fiction
Sun Dance
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s how my mother always started her stories when she was alive. But that was then and this is now. I’m in this godforsaken waste land of nothingness. Everything is burning. It doesn’t make much sense to me how God could make all this space and not save my mom from being burnt alive by the very thing that saved us humans and gave us light.
By Elizabeth Underhill4 years ago in Fiction
The dark side of Europa
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It is day 2,191 on board the Nova, our mission is to reach Europa. Europa is one of Jupiter's moons. Due to its abundant liquid water, energy and the right chemical elements it is one of the best places in the solar system to seek present day life beyond our Earth. According to leading scientists Earth will be uninhabitable in 30 years. We are the second mission to go out in hopes of finding a viable option for habitation. We have set our sights on Europa as a possible option, but it does not come without caveats. Everyone knows that the surface of Europa is protected from the radiation emitted by Jupiter but there is still some radioactive activity on its surface, however underneath its crust is a living ocean. All of us are cautiously optimistic moving forward with the mission. I am the lead biochemist in charge of testing soil samples from Europa hoping to find organisms that will provide a better picture of Europa's atmosphere. There is a team of 5 of us working together to understand Europa's atmosphere, soil, and chemical compositions. Our work will determine if Europa works as our new home. This journey is being led by Captain Ryne, a former army general. There is a strong military presence on the Nova, which makes this feel more like a military operation than a discovery one.
By Anna Combe4 years ago in Fiction
Sparrow
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. She was holding back her screams, so in this instance, they were right. No one could hear them. But the statement itself? Not right at all. Typical of the all-knowing ‘they’. They say a lot of things that aren’t true. Not that lies bother her particularly, her job is essentially lying. It’s just this statement. Or maybe just the last part, the part about space being a vacuum.
By K.T. Seto4 years ago in Fiction
Zion
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Personally, I have never fully taken up enough or screamed sufficiently for anyone to hear. “Keep your head down and don’t rock the boat”, my dad always said. This all changed when Zion was introduced into my timeline. They strutted into the bunker on day 222 of lockdown with everything about them ringing at the perfect decibel and frequency. So perfectly collaborated that it had the calming effect of brown noise. They wore colors I now only vaguely remember from another life, magenta so ripe you could taste it. An insignia of confidence, they nonchalantly plopped down on their cot as dust billowed around them encapsulating the angel hair rays of light that creeped into the room through the only window. Headlights through fog. A lighthouse signal guiding me to my end.
By Larkin Cathey4 years ago in Fiction
Twilight Leaves
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The elders long forgot what songs meant, and the words were lost. The old ways that should not have been buried so swiftly now lie in mist.
By Amy Christie4 years ago in Fiction
Into the void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I found that to be true after watching my childhood friend, Tom Lansing, get ejected out of the airlock. If I had taken the time to see what was really going on with him, maybe he’d still be alive.
By Victor Edmunds 4 years ago in Fiction
Mechanically Minded pt2
“Hello?” 12-11’s thought’s coagulated together, forming an impenetrable layer of thoughts. Once he delved into a book, there was no stopping his mind from creating. He would craft the words on the page into the extravagant worlds that the authors created. He had caught himself on more than one occasion, tearing his consciousness from the page, to ground himself in reality once again. Double-checking that there was indeed no princess to be saved, no viscous war to be fought, no planet needing to be saved, or no penguin to watch march across the icy tundra.
By Olive4 years ago in Fiction
The Devils Are Dreaming of a Blue Angel
The Devils are Dreaming of a Blue Angel a space mystery By Evan Lord Chapter One: The slip Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But as they also say, when in Rome...
By Evan Lord4 years ago in Fiction
Afflicted
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They were right. I am hopelessly spinning in space, like a squishy bag of bones. Praying that the impossible will become possible, even just for a moment. Just long enough for someone to hear me. Not like anyone else is out here with me to hear it anyways. I’m not sure how long I’ve been out here for or how far away I’ve drifted. Despite the beauty of the stars and heavens all around me; all I can think about is my station being pushed out of orbit and a huge hole being ripped into the side of it. I was lucky enough to already be in my suit, on my way to make an external repair. My six crew members weren’t so lucky. I could only watch and scream as my crew was sucked out of the station and now drifting lifelessly just as I should be.
By Mica Trusty4 years ago in Fiction