Excerpt
The Hive
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, Commander Bak thought darkly to himself, as made his way towards the bridge of the massive space craft. He did not want to find out if it were true. He had gone so long without knowing and today was not the day.
By Jane Adler3 years ago in Fiction
I'll Ask the Questions
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." They say it so fast that it almost sounds like one sentence rather than two conflicting opinions. And it has me leaning backwards out of their line of sight, has me settling into the couch's threadbare cushions for the long haul, because if there's one thing I know about the twins, it's that they're nowhere near 'two households, both alike in dignity' levels of comparison. No. They're rough edges and polar opposites and, honestly, if I hadn't been friends with Javi first and known that he had identical twin sisters, I would never guess it by looking at them. Sure, the baby pictures are identical and they have the same crooked smile, but Grace has more freckles on her right arm, and Xeda has a seatbelt scar on the left side of her neck. They couldn't be more different, even if they were wearing someone else's face. But right now, both of them practically foaming at the mouth, Grace and Xeda going head-to-head, I've never seen them look so alike.
By l.j. swann3 years ago in Fiction
Inmate 871
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The words swam up unbidden to her mind. The only noise in the airlock was the hum of the station and the muted, sporadic thumps and bumps coming from the other side of the hatch. Alex drifted closer to the small window, her breath fogging up the glass. Inmate 871, also known as Alexandra Stiles, watched as a dead man thrashed and clawed at the hatch from the other side, its bloody teeth bared as it screamed in silent fury.
By Tylor Haydon3 years ago in Fiction
Excerpts from the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Science doesn’t allow it. A scream needs an atmosphere to travel, a sea of invisible particles to carry it from the physically pained to the mentally scarred. Space lacks that atmosphere, that conduit needed for verbal communication between two conscious beings. It’s nothing more than a vacuum: cold, empty and devoid of substance. And yet some of you reading this might choose to disagree with my definition of space. You might try and tell me that planets, stars and countless other heavenly creations are within the all-encompassing body that we refer to as space, providing wonder and amazement to the few that are lucky enough to set eyes on them. But when you’ve been out here for as long as I’ve been, locked away in the most advanced prison that humanity has ever designed, sailing across the black, unerring void with the same monotonous faces for company and the same tiny specks on the horizon — specks that after months of approach seem just as infinitesimal as the first time you set your eyes on them — I would have to disagree.
By Cameron Adams3 years ago in Fiction
The Rocket
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Regardless of weather or not that is true we will soon find ourselves in that vacuum of space. You see here on earth is incredibly overpopulated to the point that there is no more breathing room. The advancements in medical technology now allow a human being to live up to 300 years old. This of course caused an overpopulation problem.
By the good witch 3 years ago in Fiction
chapter 2 & 3
CHAPTER 2 Summer of 2013 I gave up and I was on the brink of reaching my limit with losing Mommow, Poppow completely turning into this abusive monster. I just couldn’t handle it any more. So, I stopped taking my medicine, and started to starve myself. I just wanted to die. Can you imagine going through emotional abuse countless times being blamed for the death of the person you’ve loved like a mom. I just couldn’t take it any more.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Fiction
Songs of Starlight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. You can try it, but the sound dies out seconds after its release... you along with it, IF of course you're the sort of being to actually need a steady helping of air, and don't have a helmet to pump you full of its sweet satisfying nutrients. Once everything is gone, this inky emptiness seeps into your insides and suffocates all semblance of life, instead.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Aboard: MIRAGE
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which you'd know is complete bull if you've ever visited MIRAGE before, the home of everything and everyone, no matter who you are or what you are. Whether you're human or an orc, or a Gralien (grey aliens, people. We were super creative with naming species back in the day). Everybody is welcome. The freaks and geeks and everything from absolutely beautiful to outright fugly. Which is why - all three hundred and sixty five days of the year - you'll find me at MIRAGE.
By Leigh Hooper3 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
