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Test Caps: Chapter 1
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” It was the skinny one talking to his bigger friend, leaning in close with a hand cupped around his mouth to make the words sound even more dramatic, building tension like a voiceover for a movie trailer while we waited in the auditorium for the suits to begin their program.
By P. M. Starr3 years ago in Fiction
A Message From the Invisible Spectrum
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I heard you cry. You were the kind of girl who puffed your chest out in situations where most children would break down. But when you jumped off the airlock and your tiny, six-year-old body drifted into speckled darkness, you couldn’t help it.
By Raleigh Barnes3 years ago in Fiction
Whitebread Willy in a Strange Land
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 F100 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. The problem is it needed a part they don’t make anymore and so the 1979 front disk brakes were about to fail completely and the rear drums had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Ernest Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue3 years ago in Fiction
Center Of The Crosshairs
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," he said. I liked his humor. It was dry, and it made me laugh. Mr. Adams, the science teacher, brought out the rolling cart with the microscale vacuum apparatus on it to demonstrate the vulnerability of a marshmallow.
By Carrie Principe3 years ago in Fiction
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She settled in beside him, his body heat seeping through her clothes and staving off the cold. He had always been like a walking heater.it was a wonderful perk of spending time with him, never needed a blanket though she’d burrow beneath one anyway. They never spent much time cuddling because of it. He was tapping away at his Xbox controller, trying to unconscious a dinosaur so that he could then collect it. Sarah would then gleefully listen to him explain what it was, what it did, and all the stuff he could get with it. It was a typical night for them. She was content but pretty sure he was bored. He’d get fully consumed by his game eventually and completely forget she was there. The little icon that indicated someone in his tribe was active appeared in the top of corner of the screen. Sarah mood shifted as he put his headset on basically blocking her out. She threw her legs over his and got comfy. He wouldn't shew her away, but their night was basically over. She would get him back later before he went to bed if someone else didn't require his attention.
By Amee Moore3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 10
Danny's palms began to sweat as he stood before the mystery woman, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Penelope struggling in her grip. "I don't know who you are," Penelope grunted, "and I don't care! Daniel is not going with you, and that's-" Her eyes widened as she trailed off abruptly with a choking gasp. The woman's arm had pressed tighter to her throat, cutting off her defiant chirps.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Last love
The end of the world. She heard his voice again. She turned away. Found the back empty. Question - The camphor garden on Hengshan Road. The cramped, chaotic space is filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and the din of human voices. She looked at the wine on the table. A clear glass. The clear liquid is like blood watered. The feeling you leave in your throat is sour. Flood in the bottom of the stomach, but like a cluster of flame burning.
By Mcadam Ramos3 years ago in Fiction
