Adventure
Spider's Treasure
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We used to practice screaming into the night sky, my brother and I. The only two boys in our family. Darius and I had a contest to see who's voice could echo out into the cosmos longer.
By Chris Williams 3 years ago in Fiction
Dawn Children
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Wren stopped and looked to see who was talking to her. An old woman sat on the ground leaning against the sandstone wall between two fruit vendors. Her sunburned eyes fixed on Wren in a way that unnerved her.
By Jordan Renaud3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Belt
CHAPER ONE: SHIVER Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. There’s no medium for the sound to propagate, so it makes sense. What they don’t tell you, though, is that you can hear the cries of crew members taking their last breaths over the comms. That’s an all too familiar experience to me now. Raw. Horrifying. Demoralizing. It never gets easier and there’s seldom anything we can do to help.
By Sam Elwell3 years ago in Fiction
Magellans
I. Deafening Silence Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And so I used to believe. I used to believe sound wouldn’t carry in space. Our ears are sensitive to the vibrations of air. When someone speaks, their voice vibrates the air in waves to whoever listens. This is communication, as we know it, here on Earth. Without air - or a medium for the sound to travel through - there can be no sound at all. But what is sound to a human? It’s an understanding based on sensation – a feeling. Could a feeling bypass the medium of air, going straight from one person’s lips to the ears without traveling through sound? Can the brain understand the preliminary motions and translate it to the end effect?
By Walter Nunez3 years ago in Fiction
Unhearables
CHAPTER I: Entry Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I clenched my teeth at they and I muted my comms and purged myself of voice. The scream was not silenced by the space that surrounded me. The scream charged out of my diaphragm and reentered via my drums. Like cycling urine in a Fosmos. I could hear my scream!
By Atrayu Sweet3 years ago in Fiction







