Mystery

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“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say…” “Who said that?” Mark blurts, jumping out of unconsciousness.
By Sierra Ginae.3 years ago in Fiction
Elysium Fading
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The perpetual silence was interrupted when a fleeing trespasser was being pursued.
By Jay3 years ago in Fiction
Travelled Velocities
Chapter 1: Desperate Times "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” “Well, I guess really the question is if they’ll hear your voice. If anybody out there is really listening.”
By Joshua B Hart3 years ago in Fiction
Silent
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Victor knew otherwise. Being a communication officer it was all he did, listen to the screams of static and the howls of the void. It was his first Slowsleep and he awoke to a frightful gasp as his body attempted to draw in more oxygen following a hit of drugs and adrenaline.
By Blair J Allan3 years ago in Fiction
Teal is the treason
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And I can tell you they’re right. I don’t hear one decibel from Jenzy, not one sigh, after I puncture the left elbow of his space suit with a pencil-sized laser. He sways slowly left and right, and with his luminescent helmet, all tangled in cables, poor Jenzy looks like one of those long-horned summer stag beetles, struggling for footing when turned on their back. He stops trembling in a few seconds but I know he isn’t dead yet, he wouldn't be until all his body fluids boil and hiss their way out of ruptured tissues.
By Alina Z3 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Wastes
It’s just your imagination Susan… It’s just your imagination. “Hello?” Nothing. “Is there anybody there?” Still nothing. “I can hear you!” She found herself screaming into the night. “This isn’t funny!” Susan’s cries remained unanswered, perhaps even unheard. Maybe it was all just her imagination after all. This was the night for an imagination to run rampant, if ever there was one.
By Christopher Beesley 3 years ago in Fiction
The Draft
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." A blonde-haired man with a strong Texas accent stood atop a weapons trunk as a group of selects gathered around. The man held a British IPA in one hand and a plasma pistol in the other. General Ulysses Stanton was immature but still an experienced captain and well respected by his superior ranking officers.
By K.L. Greeves3 years ago in Fiction
Current
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I read the line for the fourth time on the way up expecting to find some hidden meaning, but all I could get out of it were flashes of an old time movie about a space monster with acid in its veins. That’s probably why I expected something much more gruesome when I entered Carl Downing’s quarters; blood soaked bedsheets; furniture smashed to splinters; a hole in the wall; something. Instead, I found order. Nearly every item in it’s place, neat and tidy. If not for that sentence scralled on the wall in what appeared to be mint flavored toothpaste, you’d never know anything was amiss. That and the fact that no one had seen Carl Downing in more than six standard days, a long time for anyone to go unseen anywhere, let alone on the Venture.
By Ryan Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Ship
Ghost Ship By R.C. Mantley Chapter 1 Unmoored      Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, I didn’t scream, I didn’t panic, the moment I realized my tether, my lifeline, had broken loose from the ship and I was adrift. At the same time, the coms (communication) link with the bridge abruptly went down. Thus, the symbolic umbilical cord was no longer attached. I watched, almost numb, as the spaceship receded. It was difficult to judge the speed at which I was moving away from the IGF (Inter-Galactic Federation) Bayard Rustin, a Class C transport vessel, where I had spent the last five months of my life as a member of a crew of seven. If I were on Earth, subject to gravity, I’d be free falling at the rate of ten meters per second per second. But every schoolchild knows there is no gravity in space; I was floating in the vastness of the cosmos, like jetsam bobbing on the surface of the ocean, but not knocked about by waves or batted around by the wind. It was a matter of seconds before the ship was reduced to a pinprick and then disappeared entirely. It was indistinguishable from among the other distant stars in the Andromeda galaxy. There was no sound except the exhalations of my breath. The lifeline that kept me anchored to the ship was just that. It was an oxygen hose. I had reserve packs strapped to my back. They were designed to be automatically triggered in case…in case the hose became severed. I remembered the training exercises. The hours spent breathing in the oxygen from the reserve tanks. It had an odd smell and taste, slightly metallic as I recalled. After the exercises were over, and we removed our suits and our gear, we remarked on the taste and smell. We laughed. We made jokes about it. At the same time, we gave thanks that the oxygen we breathed everyday was odorless and tasteless. And then this motley group of trainees I had bonded with, those of us who sought comfort and camaraderie after the stressful training exercises, would rendezvous at the Galactica. It was a watering hole for space jockeys a few miles off base. Beneath all the revelry fueled by alcohol our greatest fears were buried, deep and unspoken. Space is an unforgiving place and there is no return from misfortune.
By R.C.Mantley3 years ago in Fiction
The Alien & the Anarchists
…5… …4… …3… [Ocean blue pupils dilating rapidly…] A thunderous crash of steel against rock! Man against nature! The freighter tipped to its side knocking both of us back in opposite directions. The short balding man in a black bandana hung on to the deck like he soon would from the highest gallows if I could rescue him! Then it happened…
By Real Monsters 3 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious eyes
Long, long ago, back in the Cretaceous era when dinosaurs were still around. In a snow-capped mountain, a super invincible avalanche had just happened today. Xue Feng trapped a group of some road, with two hungry Yilongs on their heads and several birds, which were eaten in order to escape. Among them there is a bird with super powers, he will die only if his eyes are gouged out, his eyes are like two flawless moisturizing, if he eats his eyes, he will never be hungry, the birds are in Wanting how to get it out, a bird said: "Why don't we make a hole and go out. A bird said: "Look at this snow, it's sick, cold and hard, and then look at our claws, how to play. Ruined suddenly a bird said: " Let him eat my eyes, maybe they will fly away. This sentence is said by the bird with super powers. There are hundreds of them. Thousands of little birds objected. They said: "We are all brothers, we don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, but we want to die on the same day in the same year. After the meeting, "Yes, to die, to die together. "
By rohail khan3 years ago in Fiction
Origin of the first super intelligence specie
A.I,Artificial intelligence.Tell me, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the words Artificial Intelligence?Civilizations filled machines?Going to a nice restaurant for a date and being served by a robot,Atending a seminar or a lecture beinghosted by a humanoid robot?That sounds cool mfwethu,it seems like the future is a sci-fi movie in real life,but I got a question.Why are we developing super intelligent species?Are we not intelligent enough?When did we start believing that we are not competentenough to solve problems?Are we the only intelligent specie in the universe or did we evolve from another intelligent specie?
By iamnjabulo3 years ago in Fiction