science fiction
The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
A Space Pirate's Life For Me
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But as I saw each and every last one of their stupid faces—wide-eyed and jaws-dropped—in complete and utter terror moments before their ship exploded, all I could hear in my head above my uncontrollable, love-of-chaos-induced laughter was the blissful music-to-my-ears of what I imagined their petrified voices would've sounded like screaming.
By Luka Marks3 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 Grave Robber Journals
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” That’s what I heard on the radio just an hour ago, but here’s my question: since no one has ever left Earth, how can you know if that’s true or not? Isn’t it all a best guess?
By Heidi Beth Sadler3 years ago in Futurism
The Royal Space Force
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. For James Hogg, that was more than enough motivation to keep his boots on planet Earth. But it seemed like he was the only one in Forrest City who felt that way. Representatives from the newly established Royal Space Force were scheduled to discuss career opportunities on the intergalactic space station; all afternoon classes for H.B. High School were canceled for the event.
By Pryde Knight3 years ago in Futurism
The Silent Scream
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nobody can see our rainbow sky more than one planet away." I laughed as I read the ancient philosophy to my students. " It is rumored that in our early days there used to be a rainbow sky every night when the moon passed by." The students listened spellbound as I talked. Tonight the whole sky would be full of colors. Tonight each student would learn their calling. They all had their own dreams, their own desires. Some had shared with me, some had not. They were nervous but excited. They sat silently and listened.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Futurism
Depths of a Machine Soul
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of spaces, or so they say. " Great Scott! What a cliché, Ridley thought as he read the opening line of the latest submission laid on his desk. But then again, clichés were clichés for a reason, and that reason was that they worked. They were comforting to the reader, and if a story didn't conform to the worn-out clichés of fiction, then it would probably be rejected by publishers on the grounds of non-conformism.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Futurism
Welcome to VIRTUAL LIFE™
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which is weird when you think about it. I always thought that made Space sound more like a dream. As though you had sunk into another world inside your mind. The only way to know you’re there and not here is to know what's missing. To see what isn’t there. You’re falling but don’t feel the wind. You run but don’t feel the ground beneath your feet. You cut yourself but don’t smell blood. You scream and no sound comes out. It’s all just in your head, you see. Your joy, your pain, your heartbreak, your life. Its yours and yours alone.
By Camilla Cole3 years ago in Futurism
Dark Side of the Tracks
It’s always the worst kind of sleep that’s the longest. Peter wasn’t totally sure why he felt so terrible, but the sensation was familiar. A long shift in the trainyard could take a toll on both the body and mind but it was relaxing afterward that made it worse. Peter knew his last shift had been particularly awful, but the details were fuzzy, kind of like a hangover. It doesn’t matter, thought Peter. In a few minutes his alarm would screech, forcing him to get out of bed and figure out what he could get done during his 18 hours off.
By Christopher Cooper3 years ago in Futurism
