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Silent Screams or Ghastly Dreams in the Vacuum of Space:
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of Space, or so they say. Now I’m learning what they don’t say – that even in the middle of this muting vacuum, you can still see a scream. Particularly a scream of mortal terror. And even if you can’t hear a scream out here, if you know the silent shouter well enough you might even be able to feel their scream. If you are, your own sense of empathetic fright may convulse the knot in your stomach; more sharply by virtue of the fact that you cannot hear the scream that you are witnessing. You can see your comrade, your helmet-less friend hurtling past fiery suns and the ghosts of stars, releasing his last burst of oxygen in an eerily quiet scream. Painful though Donovan’s death clearly was, and robbed though it was of the glory of recognition that accrues to most final orations, one thing can be said for the way Donovan O’Malley left our galaxy. O’Malley did not go gently into that good night.
By Simon Fields 3 years ago in Futurism
Finally
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Precisely why Jack thought that space could be her perfect new home. The majority of her relationships have all been ruined by her psychic abilities, or, as she prefers to call them, her "tormentors" anyways.
By Katie Devaney 3 years ago in Futurism
Dark Skies
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Furthermore, a small percentage of human beings will openly admit that an exterrestrial species exists beyond this realm of thought. Out of that small percentage only 2% will take action on this idea in hopes of discovering the truth. You are now a part of that 2%. Today you will write about a world beyond the one we live in today. Phillip please read today's objective and agenda,” says Mrs. Gilbert
By lindsey laster3 years ago in Futurism
CIRCLING CHAOS
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Althea had been told not to go off the ship, she had been warned. The consequences would be dire but she couldn’t stay away; the stairs called to her, beckoning her to have a look, that’s all—just one simple look.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Futurism
Mourning Star
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That's all I wanted now, to drift quietly into the sound of nothing. I had searched for that abyss here on earth but 2022 had evolved our planet into one giant satellite that could stream a steady kind of tinnitus you could actually feel. There were no more places one could dwell among the mountaintops and contemplate the Now. There was only the perpetual buzz of communications resonating through the Social Registry chip implanted in every citizen's molar. I needed to find fluent silence.
By Nancy Turner3 years ago in Futurism





