Adventure

Other Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But nobody prepared me for how loud the sound of nothing would be when it escaped from my lips. I felt as if every celestial entity could feel the deafening wake of the pain that permeated from my body. It’s as if it was sending this force field of desolation throughout the entire cosmos. I felt as if my entire being was a beacon, pulsating outward an emptiness that could split the universe into two. It wasn’t just my mind that was oscillating out of control, but my body was spinning further and further into darkness as I propelled deeper into the cold nothingness that outer space provided. I wondered how I even ended up here, encapsulated by this odd spacesuit that temporarily protected my frail human body, plunging away from what you might consider home. Earth. His face flashes in front of me and I remain consumed by his existence. The reason I am even here in the first place, spiraling throughout the expansion of the galaxy. Him. He was the reason.
By Erin Hubbard3 years ago in Fiction
Crime Train
PROLOGUE Another day, another brilliantly planned job by yours truly. I was sitting in the back seat of the van with the crew, heading toward the Museum of Natural History. After they announced the new Egyptian Mummies exhibit, we knew right then that plenty of high-valued objects would be up for the taking soon enough. That was almost exactly a year before, when the planning began. As the planner of the group, it was my job to create a perfect plan to get us in and out without anyone even knowing we had been inside. That was my role in the group. The brains. Every crew I had ever heard of had the same five members, to perfectly execute any heist.
By Nathan Rawlings3 years ago in Fiction
The last.
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." He pauses. "Or said I guess, since they are all dead and wrong."
By GERARDO CASTILLO3 years ago in Fiction
J.J. of Third Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I know for a fact that sayings like that just simply aren't true. Like when Aunt Aida says "Speak up for yourself because no one really know's what another is thinking."
By Nani3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Men in Bowler Hats
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nebalon, gurgled some from habit but he was comfortable breathing in the atmosphere of his ship. He was more concerned about how they would steal the technology from the scientists. He really didn't want to pay them or trade for it. The Bandits had the experience in these matters, he would rely on their skills, maybe they could make it a simple transaction. The Gray disagreed; he ran numbers through their onboard computer for workable scenarios. Among the variables for their mission to succeed required avoiding intrusion from the Empire which Nebalon dreaded. The scenarios, the Gray decided would all fail if this key issue was not eliminated. The Gray hoped the Bandits had a scheme to bilk them.
By Dennis Staples3 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
He was pulled to his feet, the car moving all around him. “Three, move your feet!” He had no idea what was going on or who was dragging him through the train car but the man was wearing a black ski mask and fighting off all the other passengers.
By Nicholas McKenna3 years ago in Fiction
An unexpected train ride with a stranger
I’m suddenly aware of my body and the feeling of being in motion. I’m in the foetal position on a hard surface, I concentrate on regaining my consciousness. Clack, clack, clack sounds are coming to focus, and I realise it’s the sound of a train on its tracks. I am indeed in motion; only I don’t remember buying a ticket. My eyes spring open and all that I see is darkness, I look around confused. I stretch out my hand and as I do a blanket moves with it. The light is too bright after the darkness, and I blink many times before I can take in my surroundings. I’ve been curled up on a bench seat in a small carriage of the train. Opposite me a man appears to be sleeping, no one else is with us. The blinds are drawn on all the windows, so I have not yet seen anyone else. I sit up, inducing a slight dizzy spell. Had I fallen and hit my head? Or had I been drugged? Maybe I was just dehydrated. There was no one I could ask, I would have to wait and hope my memory came back to me. I peeked behind the blind of the outside window, it was cloudy and grey. Not at all helpful in telling what time of day it was. I saw trees and mountains, we appeared to be quite high up, but I saw no buildings at this point. The trees are all blurring into one another, it almost makes me feel like the train is going faster than it should be. A heavy, uneasy feeling begins to grow in the pit of my stomach.
By C Louise3 years ago in Fiction
In the Wanderlust
The train passes every year. Boys and girls gather around the tracks to see it. They throw parties in its absence, like a rain dance, and hope that this time it will slow to a stop.
By Rachel M.J3 years ago in Fiction
The Inevitability of Chaos
Chapter 1 After hours of pondering my current situation, I have come to the conclusion that death is fast approaching. There is no other way to see it. Here I am, sitting on a train, in a first class carriage, with a very angry looking man across from me, holding a spear to my throat. The spear one gentle caress away from ripping open my soul and laughing as my life spills down from my body. Leaving it lifeless and empty.
By Georgia McClelland3 years ago in Fiction
Synergenes
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Professor Thompson told the classroom of students, “As you all know, since the vacuum of space has no type of air, and sound is just vibrations traveling through the air, communications, much less anything as dramatic as screams, are impossible without the technology we have today. We need infrared lasers, which surpass the outdated radio waves we used to use back in the twenty-first century. Even with this technology, we have had very little communication with aliens and no real means of exchanging any type of information. Hopefully, the new research being done at Synergene Labs will assist us in soon meeting other lifeforms from outer space around us. And, hopefully, there is no screaming in the process.”
By Murry Haithcock3 years ago in Fiction
DO WHAT YOU LOVE
Erica woke up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. As her eyes slowly focused, she realized that she wasn’t in her bed. She was on a train! Looking out the window, she saw nothing but blurred trees and skies. “Where am I?” she wondered. She tried to replay the events of last night, but she couldn’t remember much. Did she buy a train ticket to somewhere? She checked her purse and her pockets. Nope. No train ticket. And then she noticed that she was the only one on the train car. She tried to check her phone to see where her mapping program locates her at. But the map program wasn’t working. She looked closely at her phone: no service. “Great, just great,” she whispered to herself. What was she going to do now?
By Pamela Dirr3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 15
Wednesday, April 22, 2015, 12: 29 PM Sitting in the back of the bus, wrapped up in shock, ‘How did his hand catch fire? Why did it?’
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction