fantasy
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Space Pachy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Outerspace Zone Y.45.Centon6 They might have gone through the vortex, but it seems more probable that Lexion lasered them.” Gjero was reviewing star maps on the other side of the vessel’s bridge.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Futurism
The West Baltimore abductions
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They say a lot that doesn’t make sense to me. It’s hard to follow the narrative when it’s always been written against me. The homes of millions have been roofed by lies and built over bones of the unloved and captured.
By Dvn Shacklett3 years ago in Futurism
Ark-1Pt. 1
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say… Earth: the not-too-distant future The White House exploded in a blaze of fire and smoke as an explosion took out the great dome. There was no massive alien ship behind it with its death-ray aimed at it. No airplane filled with explosives crashed into it. No controlling prisoners that escaped from some alien prison dimension. It was done by the government, the very people who were supposed to protect the white house from this very thing; society collapsing in on itself from within.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Train of Thought
Chapter 1 GEODE "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say" thought Geode, as the unused portion of the air gets vacuumed from his lungs. How nice it would be to travel the vast emptiness of the silent Galaxy, he thought. "Yet soundwaves can carry lightyears through time and space. is a scream not a soundwave in its own form. OH, how nice it would be in silence, away from the constant sound of the machines keeping me breathing." The sound of the heart monitor now a distant familiar reality as it beeps. The clouds begin to gather fast above the place Geode calls his cell. Self imprisoned over his years of poor choices. An ominous glow comes from the full moon, blasting its light behind the clouds. Lightning begins to flash exposing the dark fluffy patch speeding towards town. Looks like this may be a good one. Finally some entertainment, as his thoughts embark on the wonders of the storms and the power they carry. "If only I could ride that lightning all the way to the end of my time. How much longer am I to be tied to this tree called life? I'm done!!" he calls to the air as if no one could hear him. "bet you no one could even hear me scream in this room." he scoffed. The rain begins to pound against the windows , As Geode stares into distorted dark city streets. The artificial air keeping him breathing. The atmosphere in the room, stale and cold, as alone he ponders how it came to be this way. Tied like a dog to tree, these tubes my chain.
By Keith McHugh3 years ago in Futurism
Journey to New Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I could push anyone out of this ship into space and no screams would emerge from their mouths. Silence would be all they would hear as space consumed their lives. My head cocked to the side as I stared at the pods in front of me, imagining all the ways they could end. It may be morbid or cruel, but these people represented everything I couldn’t stand. They were all sleeping peacefully, awaiting the day they would finally awaken in their new home. Their new galaxy. It wouldn’t be my home; it was never intended to be mine. Nor any of the caretakers. We weren’t wealthy enough to pay for a pod. We were hired to be servants, forced to care for those in the pods for generations.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Futurism
The Star Line
Liela woke up with a start. Starlight filled the long, glass cabin she was sitting in, and she sat up with amazement as it slowly dawned on her where she was: the Star Line. Through the wonder of finding herself hurtling through space on the long discontinued train to their neighbouring planet, it took her a moment to realize she could not remember how she had gotten here. As the fog of sleep cleared and her grogginess lifted, her awareness of her surroundings sharpened. The train, although familiar from the archives, was much more worn than what she had seen in the video footage. The geometric purple lines of the upholstery she was sitting on curved pleasantly to architectural lines of the other empty seats in the carriage, but the fabric was no longer pristine and glowing like it had been when she had watched videos of the Star Line from the projection room. In front of her now, she noted how most seats had stains or rips on them, and the air smelled even mustier than it did in her subaquatic home. Home – a spark fired in her brain. Home was on Mer. But there was something wrong with her memory. She knew where home was, but she couldn’t physically remember being there.
By Madeline Adamson3 years ago in Futurism
penultimate destination
You wake up to the sound of a massive CHUG CHUG CHUG. You sense the feeling of movement. You feel like you are heavier than before. You seem to be going very fast as the outside world is zooming by, but you are still able to see the surroundings. The surroundings are like anything you have ever seen. There is a sea, a literal sea of grass. Here and there you see things. A statue that was never completed. Three returned applications that were sent to some place called Harvard. A broken engaged ring. You vaguely know what the items are.
By Neil Marathe3 years ago in Futurism










