Mystery
Artemisia
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But there are some things even space cannot contain, given enough velocity, mass…hunger. The strange ball of fire hurtled angrily on its final trajectory towards Earth. By the time it reached the atmosphere, it was positively roaring.
By Andrew McElwee3 years ago in Fiction
Siren Call
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was obviously true for the more traditional method, but Maria always thought that was a very limited way of thinking. After all, what was a distress signal if not a scream for help? Where the void of space swallowed sound waves, their electromagnetic cousins ventured forth undaunted. People saw that idea as morbid the few times she brought it up, to them it called forth ghost stories of phantom signals and the voices of the dead living on through radio transmissions, but Maria never thought of it that way. It always felt more inspirational to her; Humanity finding a way to transmit across unfathomable distances a very simple idea, arguably the basis for humanity as a concept - “I am here and I am in distress, please help me.” And it was her and her crew’s job to help.
By Paul Walsh3 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
The Black Mare
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The man who sat on the shuttle’s passenger bench crossed his legs. He slouched in the seat, creasing slightly his navy spacesuit. His yellow shoulder pads, complete with the Cross badge of the First Class Prison Frigate, The Rikers, reflected the pulsating lights of the transport shuttle. He watched Ericelda Serna pull on the straps of her seat.
By Julian Grajales3 years ago in Fiction
Golden Years
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… Major Culpham had that thought in his head as he prepared for the day. He looked through the viewfinder and studied the material captured. All the scanning of the previous day was uneventful and he felt that he should just get this out of the way early to complete his other duties. And yet…he felt an urge to go back once more and review what he saw…and heard.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Split
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This vacuum had all the makings of the real world. There was a hot humid feeling in the air, like a stuffy apartment with closed windows after a week long heat wave, without a drop of rain. The odour of pine scented cleaning products mixed with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. There was even a canvas squiggled with “positive vibes only” on the wall, with a backdrop sea view outside the window with the midday sun reflecting off the water. The anomaly? A blond woman sat hugging her knees naked, robotically rocking back and forwards in what appeared to be a loop of terror, with a tall dark haired man sadistically watching this torturous pinnacle of suffering on repeat with a grim grin on his face. The man had all the characteristics of a model. Perfect symmetrical cheek bones, a thick dark head of hair, with a look in his eyes that was simultaneously inviting and terrifying. His abdominals ripped and bulged out of the top of a blue pair of comfortable looking jeans with a dark brown leather belt semi-opened hanging in midair. The dazed blond woman sat in the corner of the room and was equally perfect in appearance. Her long blond hair had dark chestnut brown streaks and she had large sparkling blueish grey eyes. Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster and looked as if they could have been holding a tiny morsel of food. She had two perfectly round symmetrical breasts pressed up against her knees, and although it could not be seen, the imagination told us she had an equally perfect abdomen to match her exposed legs. One thing that was unmistakable was the terror in her eyes, and the twisted pleasure in his, with a soul piercing scream of terror filling the room.
By Luke Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond World Intelligence Facility BWIF
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. There are no sounds in space. If you see someone scream, you could feel their scream and have empathy for them. Is that the same as hearing? And just who are they that say?
By Helen BlackBurn 3 years ago in Fiction
The Lunari. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In my personal experience, space is less like a vacuum and more like the deepest parts of the ocean. You can scream, and you can wave your limbs around like a madman, but it would all be futile. In the same way that the bottom of the ocean presents an endless darkness filled with endless mutated lifeforms seeking vengeance on its failed steward, space is an infinite void of oblivion that is, most likely, full of alien life that probably hates humans.
By Kai Jeffreys3 years ago in Fiction
