Sci Fi

Havenblock
Despite popular belief, Muses do not flitter about whispering all willy-nilly into arbitrary ears of random creators. If they were to do so Muses would be at risk for wasting the knowledge they obtained on creators who were not inspirable. Inspirable creators are separated into different categories according to the blaze they emit from their inner energy. Only Muses (and some clairvoyant creators) can view and discern the types of blazes that are emitted around the creator’s body like a halo. The warmer the blaze the purer and more receptive the creator is to the inspiration of the Muse. These creators revel in the sheer joy of the art, live for the art and would never taint the art for any reason. The highest blaze is the golden blaze followed by the orange and then the yellow. The blaze only fades when hope dissipates.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Worse Than Rot
Chapter one The Flyer “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say”, Cherry said flatly looking down at the flyer.
By Jo Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Preparing for Glory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The trip had begun with the usual routine inspections. The team cleared medical days ahead of schedule, with the exception of Reynolds, but she found a way around that too. The fact that she was getting special treatment from the admirals, even after her mistakes on the last mission, only made morale among the crew that much worse. Not even three launches had passed since all 5 passengers, with the exception of Reynolds had perished from a gross miscalculation of the capsule pressure levels on that fateful voyage.
By Scott D.4 years ago in Fiction
The Star People
Chapter One: "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I am guessing there is sound in space, and as humans, we can't hear it," said Sandy. Yes, Captain Sandy O'Connor, of the Starship Wagoosh Bimibatood.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Call of the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Xander gripped the sides of the airlock doors and stared back into the void, wrestling with the impulsive urge to test that theory. His fingers slickened with sweat, trapped inside the protective skin of his synth-suit like fat little caterpillars sealed in their cocoons. He licked his dry, cracked lips and shifted his gaze down into the ever-dark. But it didn't matter where he looked. Blackness surrounded him, a vast sea of nothingness that yawned across the cosmos as far as the eye could see. Drifting aimlessly in the void of space, the sudden urge to jump flickered across his consciousness. It called to him, intruded on his thoughts, and dared him to take that little step. Come drift along the currents of emptiness, merge with the ocean of stars.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
Night Train
Neon lights flashed by in a blur of motion outside the windows of the room I found myself in. Bright pink, blue, and green lights flashed into the room in a dizzying array. “Must be on the maglev,” I thought to myself as I woke up and shook the sleepiness from my body. Even as I came to this conclusion, it caused more questions than answers. First red flag in my mind was that I never take the maglev anywhere in the city. Walking gives me the time to process my thoughts and clear my mind. The other two mysteries were that I have no memory of getting on the train, and after checking my pockets, I have no ticket and none of my belongings. Missing my wallet wasn’t a big deal. I didn't have enough money to worry about theft, but the missing pistol was of more concern. While I had little experience with the bullet style maglev, I could tell that it appeared to be going faster than normal, and even more concerning, it was speeding up.
By Tyler Ryther4 years ago in Fiction
Stars Like Shattered Diamonds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That is, if somehow you managed to step out into the dark nothing of outer space and compel your vocal cords to produce a scream, that scream would be instantly extinguished. Without matter to carry the vibrations of your voice, the sound would go nowhere, leaving even less of a trace than that little moribund redness that lingers on a candle after you have blown it out. In short, the void is deaf.
By Ryland Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of Gemini
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I wouldn't be surprised if Annel's battle cries reached the other side of the astral war zone.
By B4 years ago in Fiction
The Mars Initiative
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And by “they” I mean Mr. Sprice, my science teacher from high school. It’s hard to imagine that I used to take all types of classes. Now our entire education is focused on science and math. I’m pretty sure we only learn how to read and write because of how it assists us in learning the “necessary” disciplines. The other disciplines are not illegal or anything, but you have to find someone who is still willing to teach you if you want to learn art or math or creative writing.
By Nicole Neal4 years ago in Fiction
The Misfit Crew
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I suppose that’s true, to an extent. Those left on Earth can’t hear what happens to those floating around in space. So, if, for example, one ship decides to attack another unsuspecting ship, no one would hear the screams besides the ones involved.
By S. M. Risdon4 years ago in Fiction
Fear
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say. Those were the last 10 words on the mission debriefing from NASA.
By E. C. Gabriel4 years ago in Fiction
Space, The Vinyl Frontier
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, if you listen close, you can hear a whisper, or a whimper, or some small vestige of a life that is in peril. Besides, which one garners the most attention, an earth, shattering scream, or the spine- tingling lilt of a faint cry in the dark, wanting, waiting, longing to be heard. Donavan Baker was experiencing the whole gamut of emotions on this, his maiden, and possibly, final voyage through space. Donavan spent the previous few minutes traveling at just over 17,000 mph through space, spending the majority of his trip reflecting on his past, and the necessity to leave earth; but he knew that he had to devote some of his concentration on his destination. A destination that gave more pause than promise. Well, there was the promise that whatever he discovered in this new world, it would be up to him, alone, to navigate its' intricacies.
By Carman Marshall 4 years ago in Fiction