Mystery
The Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Apex Associate
CHAPTER 1 Year 226 in transit “‘Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say…’” the commissioner reads aloud the electronic transcript from across the large red-cedar table. He huskily continues “‘guess we’re about to find out...prick’”. He’s parroting back my own words, intermittently staring into my soul for emphasis.
By Molly McPhee3 years ago in Fiction
Alone
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The emptiness of space has a way of making even the largest things feel like a tiny grain of sand. A vast vacuum so large that we will never truly be able to grasp its mysterious depth. The concept can realistically be applied to the sound of a scream. Can we truly grasp the gravity, the pain of one single scream? Man’s curious nature has an unexplainable need to understand the universe as a whole, but can we truly accomplish such a feat?
By Christina Oswald3 years ago in Fiction
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Sutures
The lamp light flickered over the curved needle pinched between his fingers. His leg bumped the wooden table between his bed and her own. Pulling the suture upward, he wiped away the blood running down her arm; the towel turned a brilliant crimson. He dropped it onto the carpeted floor. Tying off the suture, he grabbed the scissors from his bag before cutting off the needle. Running his finger over the small stitches he frowned. They were coarse against his skin.
By Shyla Pope3 years ago in Fiction
Invisible Love
After leaving work late, I was exhausted and was ready to go home. But since I still had little energy left, I went to a local cafe not too far from where my condo was. It was a beautiful night with the right breeze of wind. When I arrived at the cafe, it had very few people but enough to still have life in it. Coffee with sugar and cream, please I said while still looking at the menu. Minutes later, I decided to take a seat in the back. For some reason, I felt a sense of comfort. Maybe it was the late-night vibes I guess. But whatever it was, I was feeling good all of sudden.
By Sorelle.Maia3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Ch. 12
The warm, heady odor of burning incense tickled Danny's nose when he awoke. He found himself laying in a plain, metal-framed bed that was a hair too short for his tall frame, in a room that was a little smaller than his apartment at the Academy. Large, heavy wooden beams adorned the ceiling, and the walls appeared to be constructed out of stacked stone and mortar. He heard movement to his left and quickly turned his head toward the noise, just in time to see a blurry, dark figure walk past the foot of his bed toward the room's only window. A groan left his throat and he squinted, temporarily blinded as the figure opened the shutters a little wider to let in more light to the darkened space. Upon hearing the sound of his groggy discomfort, the figure turned toward him with a soft gasp. "Oh," a woman's cheery voice exclaimed, "you're awake! I'm glad. How do you feel?"
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
A Demon Named Frank
Authors Note: This was the first short story I ever wrote, written in a CreepyPasta style and originally posted on the CreepyPasta website. Since writing this story, I have learned a lot and grown as a writer. Subsequently, considered rewriting the story in it’s entirety. But as I started, something about that felt wrong. I’ve decided to leave the story as it is, albeit slightly rudimentary. I hope you enjoy.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction
The Hole of Melton Continued
Part 2 Lauren found a branch wide enough to hold her, it was up high enough that she doubted anyone would be able to see her. The drawback of this was that she couldn’t see them either. She listened for any tell tale signs of approach. Branches snapping, leaves crunching. The vegetation around the hole was slowly dying. There had been plenty of rain, but all the plants on the edge of the hole were drying up and withering. Her professional brain wanted to figure out what was happening, to investigate the cause and create a plan to solve the environmental factors. But the part of her brain that controlled survival was far louder and far more logical.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
