Sci Fi

The Home Project
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I know the truth, and my eager grandchildren sitting in front of me were about to know as well. They had heard hints, suggestions of the story, but now they wanted to hear it from me. The five of them sat at my feet. My rocker creaked as I fell into a natural rhythm trying to calm myself. They were still so young. Would they every truly understand what happened to their white-haired frail grandma? Issac at 12, was already bigger than me, his younger brother Robert at 10, wasn’t far behind. The three girls, Susie 13, Ally 11, and Cassy 9, their dark blonde hair and brown eyes made them duplicates of each other even with three different mothers.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
A New Home
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Declared Jackson's childhood hero, space explorer, and martian hunter Oliver Rowan from the screen of Jackson's television. The martian on this week's episode of Project Starlight howled in despair as Oliver slammed on the control console opening the airlock and launching the beast into the void that was space. Jackson watched in awe as Rowan pulled himself up against the vacuum of space and slammed the control panel again, sealing the airlock shut. Rowan fell to the ground as the airlock closed. He heroically climbed to his feet, pressing the intercom and announcing to the ship, "The Beast is gone." Jackson cheered aloud as it flashed to the credits of the show.
By Isaiah Carl4 years ago in Fiction
War Without Victory
WOUNDED WINGS “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” It was an old saying amongst naval officers of the Adrion Defense Fleet. A way to quell the superstitious. Technicians who worked within the confines of the ships’ engine bay, studied the star warp drive to make sure it ran smoothly without incident would often be found saying it to each other. It was their desire that by saying it, they were ensuring their success of not being blown apart. After all, a split second was all it took to let out a scream but by that point you were already in the vacuum.
By Thomas Der Wind4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Z
Chapter 2 I must confess. I’m thrilled Beale is eligible for the Ship Date, even if we’re both potentially doomed because of it. Even if Beale feels the exact opposite and would give anything to stay here. I know it’s selfish thinking, I chastise myself.
By peyton4 years ago in Fiction
Deathlessness
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuums of space, or so they say. Drifting through the big void alone, naked, and without air for so long would prove that statement correct. From Kail's point of view, he was tired of trying to scream; It was pointless, and he didn't feel like it amounted to much, all things considered.
By Jeff Bonano4 years ago in Fiction
Them Beyond Us
CHAPTER ONE Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And yet, here I was hurtling through that wretched vacuum, screaming at the top of my lungs with not a soul around to hear me. Well, except of course for me. It really shatters that whole “tree in the woods” analogy. In hindsight, it was rather embarrassing and knowing what I know now, I’d say the theatrics, as real as they were at the time, were a bit over the top. I’ll submit my nod for an Emmy and move on.
By Atlas Creed4 years ago in Fiction
Recursion
CHAPTER 1: Nil in Void Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, they used to, anyway. That was all before this universe became what it is now. There was no common rule or physical law after the twisted cruelty that had been visited upon the fabric of reality. Now was an epoch of only confusion and chaos. It had been some meaningless amount of time ago that the beings known as the Linile had entered into this universe and decimated the laws of physics and natural order with their terrible recursion weapons. They were wicked machines capable of bending the rules of reality back in on themselves in recursive loops within the void of space until the very concept itself collapsed under the weight of infinite time and limitless malice. Once the universe had become a shredded amalgamation of material nonsense and shattered stars did the Linile leave, and with them, any understanding of their motives or goals. Perhaps it was some grand experiment upon a random plane of existence or a simple vendetta against the sapient life of Plane 526833.559021-Q that led their hands to crush and mold the universe to madness, but no being would ever find any proof one way or the other. In fact, there were very few left within this universe to discover anything at all. Within the void there were only disparate beings here and there, navigating within their own lifeboats in the vast sea of infinity. They navigated between inversion wells and star fragments to perhaps find some rule or law to protect them that had been left untouched from the recursions. But even now, at this point in space, there was nothing left to be found besides broken reality and silent nothingness.
By Jonathan Durra 4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Galaxy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. To be more precise, that is what humans say. Their fledgling race, in the vastness and great eons of spacetime, cannot yet comprehend what their eyes cannot see. They look to the stars for some meaning or understanding, but that is a fatal mistake. They are slowly beginning to believe they may be alone in the universe, but that is a half-truth: all others have been destroyed.
By A. Rana4 years ago in Fiction
Cartwheels of Time
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Is this to be my fate? He pondered. Am I dead? His thought continued on as everlasting darkness eclipsed the frontiers of his mind. His breath hastened, shallow and became increasingly difficult. His heart began thumping rapidly as if trying to break free from his own chest! He could feel his face turning to a ghostly white dampened by the sweat seeping from his pores. This was no dream he’d imagined. His arm frantically was slamming into the side of his right leg as it was beginning to uncontrollably spasm. Where’s the button he contemplated, I must find it.
By Schmalz4 years ago in Fiction
The Fall Of Athesia
The Federal Government has signed off on a plan to carve the outer islands into hundreds of small islands. The plan will mean the future of millions of life forms and hundreds of other species could be lost forever.
By Justine Vroom4 years ago in Fiction
Symbiosis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However the sound registered, however, a lot of people heard it on multiple worlds. The monks on Teoa could hear it perfectly though only while they were in their meditative state. It seemed to register with different races across the galaxy in different ways as well. Empathic species like the Hassos couldn’t just hear it, they could feel it and millions of them joined in the Scream, their fur standing on end. Later on, they described it as one part terror and one part anguish. The warrior races like the Nidoi-Cang and the Oorlogskreet, declared the Scream a battle cry, and they armed themselves for war. The governments on human-controlled worlds didn’t acknowledge the Scream at first, in fact many of their so-called experts and pundits scoffed at the notion of someone or something making a sound that could carry across more than a third of the galaxy.
By M.W. Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmosis
General Brennar Houph stared out the viewport of his Impyrial dreadnought. Amidst the everblack of the cosmos without the Slaughterer’s wide viewport hung a massive gaseous nebula, all crimsons and rubies, aegean hiding in its depths. From within the nebula a gargantuan vessel of unregistered and unrecognizable design had emerged out of the immense interstellar speeds of light-skip. The ship was larger even than Houph’s two kilometer long dreadnought, bigger even than some of the hundreds of moons in the Cyrelin System.
By Dakota Rice4 years ago in Fiction