Sci Fi
Phoenix 5
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe not the scream of the voice, but the terror on the face…that’s louder than anything I’ve ever heard.” Nell Parker sighed. “End transmission.” The holo recording in front of her cut off, the file compressed, the debrief was ready to make the 800-million-mile journey to Earth. She sat back in her chair and stared at the steel bulkhead above her. Normally well illuminated, the bridge was dark as the reserve power only kept essential systems powered on, like artificial gravity, communications, oxygen, and power in the med bay. Technicians worked furiously to repair the power core within the vessel. She turned and looked out the window. The violent magnetic storm looked magnificent. A brilliant swirl of purples, pinks, intertwined with black, blue, and gray. White flashes pulsed from the center. The storm’s diameter was almost two miles. They had not yet been able to confirm how deep the storm was; none of the probes or drones had returned or been able to get a signal through the storm. Members of the crew had remained at the windows in awe for quite some time. It could put one in a trance. How such destructive power could be wrapped in such immense beauty, Nell would never know.
By Zach McCauley4 years ago in Fiction
Fortsworth
Chapter One: A Fitting Revenge Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... Jenkins, the prison guard at Fortsworth Maximum Security Prison, would say that damn near every day. He was a real space nut, and me and the guys on block four really got a kick out of that. My cellmate, Rudy Two, had a thing where he'd ask Jenkins a "space" question, and he'd ramble an answer for thirty minutes before noticing our poorly stifled chuckles and "get a load of this guy" grins. Jenkins would fall for it every time. He'd get so mad his pudgy cheeks would jiggle, and his whole face would turn red as a beet. Then he’d spout off about not appreciating knowledge, or anything else for that matter, and he'd claim that's why we ended up there in the first place.
By Stacey Price4 years ago in Fiction
The Vacuum of Space
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that doesn’t stop me. The first time I go space jumping, I scream my head off! I scream so loud I can hardly hear any of my thoughts. I scream like the day I was born. Turns out, the space jump operator also heard me because of the connected headset in my helmet. Oops.
By Jolene Poulin4 years ago in Fiction
Metamorphosisters. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It didn't matter if the space was infinite, the size of a coffin, or a pill; a vacuum is a vacuum. Beatrix waited, trying to keep herself calm. No one would hear her scream in that small space. She tried to tell herself it wasn't a coffin because she was not dead. It's a bed, that's it, a cozy bed. She tried to slow her breathing and actually sleep, but sleep would not come. Not after the evening she had...
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Silence
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nobody heard when the Ambaran snuffed out the Aurora. Nobody heard the collapse of three worlds during the Last Wish, and nobody heard my parents scream as I stared at the stars from the escape pod, my back against the cold hull, protecting me from the quiet of space.
By Timothy Lyon4 years ago in Fiction
Train Ride To Oblivion.
March 2156, final testing date fast approaching. The test dummy, the mannequin, call it what you will, had been positioned, slumped upright, restricted into the one sole and lonely seat in the entirety of one carriage, by a standard five-point safety harness, emblazoned with the typical yellow & black zigzag markings all over it. The mannequin was a typically adorned, in an all-in-one cream-colored jumpsuit, it's size around that of an ordinary 5' 6" human, which had been in use as the industry standard 'crash test' tool for the past few centuries. Typically functional and inanimate with no humanistic features whatsoever - its face, simply a yellow-red-black colored diamond symbol.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Out Among the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That would almost be true, but they forgot a key factor: the screamer. I can say from experience, your own ears can hear the screech that leaves your throat, and you can feel yourself do it. You don’t focus on that part much to be honest, your flailing limbs reaching out for nothing are what holds much more of your attention.
By Callie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
The Next Chapter
Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I was looking forward to spending time on Earth after a 3-year deployment on Sentinel-4, a large rock orbiting Proxima Centauri. Our mission there was simple. We were to observe all galactic anomalies, collect samples from neighboring planets and asteroids, and, of course, search for intelligent life. We were never sure if the last directive was meant as a joke, since no one in all of our outposts and colonies had ever come across other forms of life.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
