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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
As Astra Per Aspera 3
Just as I make it to the bottom of the hill and stop to catch my breath the sound of Heavy Chain Guns and small arms fire coming from the direction I was headed. I knew my comrades were probably fighting creatures similar to what I was fighting earlier so there was nothing really to worry about. It seemed like the armor designed for space could take some major punishment.
By Deon Burton3 years ago in Futurism
Birthday Blues Of A Blue Planet
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The beauty that encompasses solitude. Empty spaces compose space and time. The vastness of this open area grows, not only in size but also in wonder. For years I've been traversing, exploring, and gazing at fallen galaxies that have long been here and long passed. Waves of garnet clash underneath the emptiness of the jet black space that engulfs the entirety of eternity. Pink pastels intertwine themselves with royal purple, sparkling from the remains of the dead. I always look at it as, even in death, beauty seems to be the final word exchanged. The galaxies I’ve seen. Different yes, also no. Spirals and nebulas from beyond my imagination seeing the supernovas of the stars entering their final form. Dust. One day even I may turn to dust. I orbit nothing.
By Valentine Vampire3 years ago in Futurism
FARAN
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Amara didn't let the thought keep her from screaming all the same. She screamed and pleaded, she begged and cried, for what seemed like, forever. Her mind flying through thoughts and scenarios, grasping at this and that, she was flooded with emotions and terrified of what was to become of her now.
By Samantha Santiago 3 years ago in Futurism
No One Left Alive
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Drifting farther away from the ISS after being severed from her tether, Luitenant Brittany Marsh's heartbeat was pounding inside her space suit. Her radio communications had been severed and mission control's attempts to reach her were as empty as the space she now floated through. Her visor methodically fogged with her panicked breath as she watched the space station drift farther away.
By Tony Stone3 years ago in Futurism
The Scream
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I, however, can't help but think that galaxies scream in and out of existence every day, far out in that deep unknown black. Who is to say a star, right at this very moment, is not screaming into supernova? Sometimes I feel, late at night as I try to sleep, that I can hear them. All those voices of dying light.
By Wren Alexa3 years ago in Futurism
We Are Explorers
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That, of course, has never stopped us from trying. Today is the anniversary of Sputnik 1 being launched into the void. At least it is back on Earth. I am currently about 4 light years from Earth where it is a bit harder to keep track of the exact date. But on a "day" like this, I can't help but wonder at what could have driven humanity to just brute force their way into the sky with just some gasoline and aluminum.
By Brian Grannan3 years ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe it all depends on the person, or maybe it’s that sixth sense people call “Intuition”. All I know is on that day I heard it clear as day. Me and my partner Talisman were on the U.N.S.F DARE conducting our daily inspection of the Railguns, Chainguns, Sensors, Beacons, and Antennas for our sector. Everything was progressing as usual. No changes were visible outside of the slight icing from being in the cold void know as space, Talisman making bad jokes that I still laugh at, and then we head off to the next inspection.
By Deon Burton3 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
Voidborn
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By ‘they,’ I refer to that pampered segment of humanity who keep their feet firmly rooted to the homeworlds. Earth, Mars, even Venus, it’s all the same once you go down the gravity well. Although strictly speaking, those planetborn humans would be correct. But out here in the dark, those of us in the clans know differently. We all have radios, and I have heard many screams across the cold vacuum of space. That’s where the money is made.
By John Moore3 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Sun's Light
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By ‘they,’ I refer to that segment of humanity whose ancestors never ventured into the void. They’re not wrong, strictly speaking. A man without his suit, screaming into the void will be dead silent, special emphasis on dead. But a man in his suit still has a radio, and I have heard many screams across the cold vacuum of space. I fear my voice may soon join that unfortunate chorus of souls. Should the most likely outcome occur, let this record bear testimony to the events on this godforsaken ship. My name is Jan Sobra of Clan Sama, and maybe I can spare another soul from that silent scream into the night.
By John Moore3 years ago in Futurism
