Adventure

Crossroads
Chapter One Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But in the bowels of Crossroads Station – literally the bowels, as I was in pursuit through the byzantine waste reclamation facilities that surrounded the lower decks – screams echoed off of every pipe, nook and cranny in a fashion that was pretty damn disturbing.
By Patrick Weber3 years ago in Fiction
The Lottery. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It feels a little dramatic, honestly. The airlock seems to be doing the job just fine.
By Laura Presley3 years ago in Fiction
Consequences
Consequences By Kelly Wanamaker “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The voice of the central computer was modulated and precise.
By Kelly Wanamaker3 years ago in Fiction
The Snows of Serein
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. On the surface of the planet on which the survey team now stood, all sound was completely swallowed, absorbed by the snow-like substance that covered its surface in drifts and danced through the air in flakes of shimmering white. Vintner squinted through the reflective lenses of the goggles that protected her eyes against snow blindness. She had never seen anything like this— Shining motes floating softly all around, the particles sending off light like minuscule stars, or delicate shavings of diamond dust. They could not be true snow or ice, not being composed of water, and they were not cold in temperature at all. They were a phenomenon unique to this planet, a fact that struck a spark of excitement in Vintner, the team’s environmental researcher.
By Ivy Jong3 years ago in Fiction
Abyssalis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The solipsistic nature of humanoids often resulted in universally untrue, narrow-minded notions. It was undoubtedly inaccurate for The Emissary of the Abyss. For as long as The Emissary could remember, howls of agony and wails of sorrow were the symphonic chorus that framed Their life, regardless of Their location. Eventually, it melded with the background and allowed Them to focus on their work, but the song remained. A reminder The Emissary was never alone. A reminder of the mission.
By E.K3 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
First edit edition I just can't begin to imagine how my New Year's was going to be normal, festive, and jovial, after my wife of twenty years, died in my arms, from a massive brain aneurysm. This was our date night-how could she do this to me? No, it was sudden. She knew that smoking a pack of cigarettes a day would eventually kill her. She laughed about it sometimes. But, she couldn't quit. She didn't want to quit. Even until her last breath, when she began coughing uncontrollably, and was trying to fight it off like so many times before, she was looking at me, gasping for air and asking in between each break of a cough: "ugh... baay-by"? "ugh, ugh," where are my cigarettes? "Mmmm," was the sound of her clearing her throat. She thought that lighting up a fresh smoke was the reason the coughing would stop. But, we both knew that was wrong. She had admitted it to me. And, I was in something of denial-this was my wife, my partner in crime.
By Vincent P. Terry3 years ago in Fiction
Lost
New friend "Wake up Shery! Wake up!" Said a loud annoying voice above me as I lay in my comfy, warm bed. My brother Alvin (or Mouse as I call him) was standing above me shaking me hard, trying successfully, to wake me. I heard my dog Trev barking loudly from outside, I sat up with a start and my brother fell with a loud thud to the floor. I looked out my window and saw my big German Shepherd, rolling in the bright green grass under the warm sun that lay already halfway across the sky. I looked over and saw Mouse, who was eight, looking at me with anticipation. He is very small and slim with short golden, messy hair. He has icy blue eyes and a smile that went from ear to ear. He was wearing some jeans with a baggy, very stained white shirt. "Go, I'll be there in a minute" I said with a laugh and a slight look for him to leave, "And close the door" I yelled as he left.
By Abbi Lucas3 years ago in Fiction
Two Seconds to Midnight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that is not how my nightmares go. All I can hear is my screaming as I desperately float away from the one lifeline left in this world. I watch, as the Soteria spacecraft slowly drifts out of my view, beyond the horizon of the Earth. I feel the tears fall down my face, how warm they are against my skin. This spacesuit was not made to have been worn for this long, and it’s beginning to get cold. The suit’s systems are failing. I know because I hear the tireless beeping of the AI alarm system fighting to preserve my life. I feel the end. The darkness of space starts to close in and I sob, not for myself, but for all of humanity that was relying on me. I’ve let them all down.
By Sara Webb3 years ago in Fiction
LICE PIRATE BLUES
ADMINISTRATIVE COMPOUND, GADSHILL COLONY :: SOUTHERN TERRAFORMATION, ZEPHYRUS :: ARCAS-ASTRAEUS SYSTEM 2406 AD “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, OR SO THEY SAY!” Montañés sang, while a choir of broken corpses kept their counsel at his feet. “And MAN is the warmest place to hide, or so they say, or so th--cut, you vicious bastard, cut!--OR SO THEY SAY!”
By CDM3 years ago in Fiction
Nomad of Neptune
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Life flashes back into Master Gunnery Sergeant James Denison as his mind wanders in the small cryo-pod. A red aura pulses as his vision begins to focus on the frosted glass. The bitter cold elevates his heart as the thawing and cold sweat tests his body's defenses. He focuses on his surroundings and looks down at an ejection lever and pulls it. The pod cracks open as Denison slithers out and plops on the floor.
By Mark Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Ark by Zachary A. Pieper
Event Log: 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Raphael knew he didn’t want to find out. Yet, he always felt this compulsion when he looked out the viewing window on the observation deck. The compulsion to go find out exactly that. Even though it would basically require someone’s death, and he tried to rationalize it away, tried to smother the morbid little curiosity inside him. He never could. He lifted his cocktail to his lips as he contemplated whether or not the mania was getting to him. He thought maybe a trip to the Doc might be wise. But he didn’t want to be put on meds. Or worse, on ice.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Technopenuriaphobia
"I refuse to believe that the mining of H.O.P.E is a mistake! It is man's destiny to be an explorer, and transluminum has offered humanity a massive leap in the endless territories of technological progress! Any attempt to put a stop to this work is an insult to science, to freedom, to miracles and to the future itself, and I will not stand for it! I will do whatever it takes to send humanity to the next level of its evolution!" - excerpt from Tony Musk's speech at the Emergency Space Committee, year 2223
By Ragui Elissa3 years ago in Fiction