Sci Fi

Evolution Rising
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was the standard hazing line whispered to every space rookie right before their first spacewalk. There was an initiation ritual that went along with it, a rite of passage before you could officially be called an astronaut. But modern-day commanders frowned on that sort of thing. Ever since one particularly odious rookie suffered a heart attack during his first walk. It didn’t matter that the kid was an utter pussy whose wealthy father had bribed the academy to pass him, and had no business being off-planet. After that, the leadership declared space travel to be perilous enough without your fellow crewmates trying to haze you for entertainment, and outlawed the practice. Colonel Roger Benson still remembered his own hazing. It had taken him a solid week to get the smell out of his spacesuit. The saying was true, both literally and figuratively. After all, he’d been standing here screaming into his helmet for the last half hour and no one noticed.
By Dina Ritz4 years ago in Fiction
Codename: Harvest
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The only people to hear the cataclysm will be too dead to hear it. The planet Esra. A beautiful world with green oceans and pink clouds. A world with a single moon and two suns. A world home to billions of people of varying races.
By Eric Baird4 years ago in Fiction
Project Urth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, blazed across the holographic monitor above the π-shaped council silicate table. The council chamber embedded deep in the rippled ridge of Stilbon, also called Mercury, overlooked the battered surface of the planet through the protective nickeled glass.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
High Orbit Drop: Lucky Thirteen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Whoever made up this saying hundreds of years ago never dropped from high orbit onto a hostile world. If they had, they would know better.
By D.D. Schneider4 years ago in Fiction
Abandoned
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But they can see you convulse and twitch as the last vestiges of oxygen are depleted. They can see your eyes roll back, your mouth gaping as your back arches for the last time. They can see the skin become pale and blue veins twist beneath the sheeny surface of sweat.
By Doug Curtis4 years ago in Fiction
Resurrection on the Oriental Express
Elle snuggled tight on her comforter while forcing her eyes to stay close so she could continue to soak in her luxurious sleepy state. Her bed felt unnaturally comfortable like she was staying at a premium resort. Then a voice in her head asked, “Is this even your bed?”
By Dennis Spielman4 years ago in Fiction
A Starlit Journey For Two
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Mozzy heard it from two rooms away. Technically, he and his wife weren’t in space. They were in an interdimensional pocket that was linked to the physical form of a magical suit of armor traveling through space toward the nearest star. But his wife had screamed loud enough that they might have heard it back on the surface of the planet they had left behind.
By EJ Baumgardner4 years ago in Fiction
Calseso: A Soq Ladwin Adventure
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the baby screamed. And screamed. And screamed. And she heard every nuance, every tone, every second of terror. Every piercing wail of pain.
By Debora Dyess4 years ago in Fiction
Susan’s Space Story
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, she stopped. She checked all of her vital signs. Everything was normal—for now. Susan McGuire had been floating in space like a feather on the wind after she became untethered from the space station. Slight bruises covered her wrists as she jammed the arms of the space suit loose from her hands.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Splunk
Kapp awoke with a gasp and a clatter. He had been having a nightmare picturing Bristax as a Lobster Monster or Nokken as they had labeled themselves. She had turned to him with her brown hair now black, and green eyes now red. She shook the hair out of her face, then suddenly a falling sensation woke him up and he was on the ground.
By W. Joe O'Banion4 years ago in Fiction
Kidnapped to a New World
Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m almost certain that the guy taking me through what I can only think must be a wormhole disagrees. At almost 50, I can’t understand what anyone would be taking me for but I started with just yelling threats about tearing off his genitals anyway. When I entered the blackness, my sounds could only be called shriek's at decimals I didn’t even know I could make. I’m not sure what dance I’m at but my stomach is now taking the lead because we are on the other side and my insides feel like they have turned inside out. I throw up and the man next to me says something that I have no idea what language it is in so I just stare at him confused then continue vomiting. I can’t even take in my surroundings fully but I hear a bustling of people, almost like we’re in an airport. He bends down and shoves something into the back of my neck. Great so now my neck hurts and I’m here puking my guts out in front of some weird guy who has kidnapped me. He speaks again but this time I can understand him “this translator will make things easier, you will be able to read and understand a multitude of languages and hopefully stop the wretched noise that keeps coming out of your mouth, you’re an embarrassment in the transport station”. He looks at me absolutely discussed but whatever dude you kidnapped me if you get chunks on your shoes, so totally your fault. “I have been ordered to retrieve females from your planet for breeding. I will take you to the stocks now that you seem done emptying your stomach of whatever vile food you humans eat”. Uh, wait what the fuck! I am not a dog who can be bred plus I’m not exactly what you’d call a spring chicken for having babies, this does not sound good. I realize that I have to keep my head if I’m going to get away from this guy. I act like I’m going to throw up again to buy some time. When he turns away I see a crowd of people, they look very similar to humans but like a perfect human almost angelic with a slight glow. While I was pretending to vomit, I picked up a piece of paper and threw it at the head of a guy in the crowd. The guy takes the bait and thinks someone being him hit him. Now to my surprise this guy turns red, not in the human way in the what the hell is going on this guy is fire engine red kinda way. Smoke starts coming from his ears and nose and he takes the guy behind him and flings him through a window. This is the distraction I need. Air starts being sucked out of the window, things start flying around, and people start screaming. This is my chance for an escape so I take it. I ran to the first thing that looked similar to the wormhole I entered in and dove into the blackness.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Rather Handsome
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. For years I traveled alone in my cold and desolate spacecraft, twisting and turning through the darkness of space. I didn't know where I was headed. My navigator had been destroyed once I had separated from my mothership. I wish I could say I remember my disconnection like it was yesterday, and although I do remember it, I could feel every waking moment afterwards - time stretching more and more as I became lost in time. I don't think I could tell when yesterday was, or when tomorrow would be, or if I was even present myself. Originally, I was to be sent from the mothership to investigate a new planet, and when I became ready to launch in my vessel, something imploded in the mothership's rear causing it to spin rather rapidly. Someone must have released me on accident, as my spacecraft ripped off and was involuntarily thrown away from the planet, spinning and swirling through the darkness of space. I was able to stabilize the vessel with the use of its thrusters, but by the time I had it adjusted, I had traveled too far and lost my way.
By Jack Johnson4 years ago in Fiction