Sci Fi
A Soul's Space
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Souls can. Well, at least mine could, and it will anew when I get the chance to travel through space again. We were handed a sabbatical away from space, except that it means nine years here. Most call it, Heaven, but I deem it a dull Hell, where fires have been replaced by waterfalls. I have nothing against water falling à la Niagara and other such monumental cascades, but all the time, everywhere, forever become deadening, even to a soul, at least mine. I often wonder about Milton's words in Paradise Lost: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. 'Tis better to be dead, I think, most of the time.
By Patrick M. Ohana4 years ago in Fiction
I am LigHTwOrkEr
I am what I yam, said the great Iyam! The girl sat in her soul seat and observed her actions. She was waiting for her date to show up. She had met the man at a bar one evening. After learning that one of her many talents was landscaping, he had immediately targeted her and had lured her into his life by offering a job of moving his large, self-made coy pond. She realized that he had never intended to hire her and offer her any kind of abundance. Men like him were everywhere: attracted to her shine, her beauty, but scared of her spirit, flowing connection. She understood that their fear attracted them to her like moths to a flame. Little did they know that her soul shine would burn away their egoic illusions and would firmly force them to face their own egoic manipulations. Of course, she understood herself to be the mirror and that she had to be very careful not to fall into the same egoic illusion. When Lucifer himself offers you gifts of material wealth in exchange for bowing down and worshiping his power, one must take a deep breath and understand their own sovereign power in connection with spirit. It is not up to us to BE GOD, but we are DIVINELY HUMAN and hold the GOD spark WITHIN us. The egoic trick is to think that material goods will bring us soul treasure. All of this is false and must be called out into the light. So many who have embraced the worlds path of amassing wealth have literally sold their souls for this materialistic embrace. This embrace holds the false light of comfort and will give you any drug and any illusory comfort just to keep your light around. Don't buy the hype of material delight! And, make no mistake: infinite CREATOR wants to see us light, bright souls gifted with infinite abundance, but this abundance comes within submission to the divine will for our lives. We must listen and pay careful attention because what is meant for us will come out of our own giftings, not by swindling others for short-term monetary gain or physical comfort. And, as a great messenger said so long ago, we must pay attention to what kind of foundation our house is built upon. Be cautious because you may be entertaining a divinely lit earth-angel, unaware because you are so fixated on material prosperity and beauty rather than soul-wealth.
By Raina D. McGowan4 years ago in Fiction
The Mission
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." The voice echoed out. Or had it come from within? The room smelled of bleach. A quick look around revealed a large blank screen that glitched every few minutes, and twelve white chairs that lined a rectangular matching table.
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Fiction
The EarthMasters
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... Janine Azzaria’s heart skipped a beat as she opened the service portal. Beyond it was a landscape of horrors. The door opened to reveal places where the soil heaved and boiled. Fumaroles spouted steam and noxious gases. Spontaneous combustion caused some gases to explode in balls of fire. Elsewhere water vapor would freeze on the inside of the outer shell - eventually breaking free and crashing down into the center of the landscape.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
The World Killer
Noone can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It’s been six hours since the battle and my oxygen is running out - wasted on my desperate pleas into the dark. Those sounds of death still echo within my helmet, bouncing against the glass like a trapped animal.
By Francesca Nash4 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Engine
Ouch! My head was throbbing from an immense migraine. Slowly opening my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight slowly creeping into the box car. I looked around and the entire car was empty except for my old worn suitcase. Nothing seemed familiar, and I couldn't understand how I even got on this train. I searched my pockets for any clues to explain what exactly happened and why I was even on this train. First thing first, I pulled myself off the floor using the sidewall of the railcar to support my weight as I stood up. A clear crisp voice spoke over the intercom system, “All guests please have your tickets available for authorization in the dining car.” Food was the last thing on my mind at the moment, I was terrified. Maybe this whole creepy mystery train was a joke, and any moment friends will jump out and yell surprise! “All guests please report to the nearest dining area, ticket confirmation is required to access all dining cars.” My stomach was in knots And I had a few questions, maybe I could find someone who could give me answers. Walking towards the exit of the car, I noticed through the vertical narrow piece of glass a touch screen pad on the side of the entrance of the next car. Sliding open the railcar door, the air was so thin it was hard to breathe, I could see gigantic snow covered mountains, but that’s impossible! Just yesterday I was laying on my beach towel, soaking up warm relaxing Sun rays. Now I was standing on the crazy train, freezing my ass off, apparently packed for this involuntary trip. I probably need to grab my suitcase, before moving to the next car. The touchpad was very sophisticated, there was retina scan and voice recognition, this was some pretty serious hardware on the train,”What was this train?” I thought out loud. I imagine this train has to belong to a government or even worse, some rich sociopath billionaire with money to blow on this seemingly mock tribute to the recent popular trend of horror puzzles and starving games genre movies. My reality felt like a bad X-files episode, and it was getting more confusing with each passing second. “Hi, Alice, for security purposes, please rest your forehead and chin against the cushion guards, to commence retinal confirmation.” I pressed my face to the scanner, remembering my migraine as my forehead hit the cushion forcefully as the train entered a sharp curve around the mountain. Why won’t this damn door open, I can't stay in this cold much longer, my whole body feels numb. “Alice Broussard, passenger 7, access granted.” The next railcar door slid open and I stepped through the door.
By Heather Payton4 years ago in Fiction
AH-12: Space Hero
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If I had still had pressure in my air sacs, I might have tested that theory. But I had acted out of my version of instinct, as I was being ejected through an airlock and I expelled my air sacs to prevent damage from the sudden decompression. If I had been an organic human, I would have had about thirteen seconds before my lungs exploded. Surprisingly, space is not generally a true vacuum, as there are grams of molecules, even breathable oxygen per meter, but the dispersal is exceedingly thin. So, the aforementioned human would fail to draw enough oxygen to survive. Also, it would be noteworthy that here in interstellar space, beyond the heliopause, the temperature was much warmer than previously thought. The Voyager probes sent out back in the twentieth century found that along their respective paths the temperature was more like 5500 degrees Kelvin. An organic human would more likely cook than freeze.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin4 years ago in Fiction
Starward
The Lonely Starship lurched aggressively just as Ryan was about to take the first sip of his fresh, boiling hot coffee. "AH! Dammit" he grimaced through the pain soaking through his shirt and tapped his com-link "Doc, what's happened now?" The reply came in an instant.
By Thomas Fortune 4 years ago in Fiction
