Sci Fi
spaced out
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If so why could he hear so many scary noises in the air around him. The ship was empty bar him, modern technology had made humans almost obsolete . The human was just there in case the computer had a malfunction. Completely opposite from the first space cruiser.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 years ago in Fiction
Oasis in The Desert
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The issue with that assertion is that space isn’t a vacuum; at least, not all the way through. It’s got pockets, places that refuse to abide by Einstein and Newton’s laws, oases that shield travelers from time, radiation, and all sorts of unpleasant anomalies. Space is like a desert, really.
By Laurel Dreyers4 years ago in Fiction
The last commute
My head was throbbing. It felt as if a particularly enthusiastic bird was trying to hammer its way into my skull. I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking that much on my new medications. My back and neck were aching from the position I was in; I must have fallen asleep on the couch again. I opened my eyes and prepared myself to slowly stand and shuffle off to bed when an unease came over me. Something wasn’t right. I looked around, not sure what I was taking in. I was sitting on a plush leather seat in a small room with deep rich carpet on the floor, velvet covering the walls and metal railings overhead. This definitely wasn’t my living room. Did these medications cause hallucinations? I turned my head to see a door to my left and on my right a window. I pushed up to stand and stumbled. Was I still drunk? It felt like the room was swaying. I cautiously got to my feet again, holding onto the chair for support. As I stood, I felt the floor gently sway and as I focussed, I realised I could hear a distant rumbling. The window to my right revealed nothing but darkness. Above it a sign said ‘pull for emergency’ with a red rope beneath it. I considered this for a moment and it donned on me where I had seen something similar before; on a train. I closed my eyes and tried to think back to last night. Had I gotten drunk and decided to take an impromptu trip? It seemed unlikely; I had an appointment tomorrow that even drunk me would not want to miss. Was I dreaming? I tried pinching myself, Ouch! Never felt pain like that in a dream.
By Jonathan Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
Jonathan Ray Takes a Trip
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is what many believe, it is the big line in the Alien films, but is it true? It was not something Jonathan Ray thought about much in his sixty some years on planet Earth, he had enough problems without adding new ones. He and his wife Mable had not engaged sex in ten years, and there are some medical problems that played a part, but the biggest reason was he had no desire for any relations with the woman. He knew his thirty-something long marriage was a mistake, but he did not have the resources to move out, so like so many things in his life, he was stuck. Jonathan recently retired from a job in accounting that he had no love for, another thing he got stuck in. He wanted to major in paleontology and dig for dinosaurs and prehistoric mammals, but his family intervened. His father and brother both said he had a talent for computers and numbers, and an MBA would be his ticket to a great life.
By Douglas A Breeden4 years ago in Fiction
Anna
Hacking had taken an interesting turn at the start of the 30th century. Rather than staring at a soulless screen, as my ancestors once had, I sat here. Virtually of course. On this unrelenting train of data. There were two rows of red leather chairs pressed up against Jarrah lined walls. Their darkness stood in stark contrast to the metal pressed and arched white ceiling. The bronze lights running down the center flickered with each bump the train hit. All normal. You’d be forgiven for thinking that part was reality. Until you saw everything else, that is. The data points presented themselves as people in this system. People who phased in and out of the train. The bubblegum chirpy email advertisement in pigtails. A man entirely in shades of grey named Bill. Or at least that's what his name tag said. Some creepy blue dodo bird that ran around repeating,
By Ariane Torelli4 years ago in Fiction
