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Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...4 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter 1 "A Provencal Holiday"
Chapter One A Provencal Holiday July was nearing its final curtain. The time for the season of tourists and sightseers to host its last few nights of bustling parties. Time for the starry-eyed crowds to reawaken to the real world and return to the humdrum of their normal lives – or at least most. For many this otherworldly magic had become a lifestyle, in many ways a religion; transforming this once ordinary place into a site of devout pilgrimage.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...4 years ago in Fiction
The Holocene Extinction
Capri Smythe Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And the end of the world didn't happen all at once or in the blink of an eye, as the old cliché often said. No, that fucked-up shit happened during a thunderous boom with lights so bright in the night sky, people thought fire had lit the heavens ablaze. And for the past two weeks, hordes of aliens in pods had invaded Earth, carrying away human females. I had managed to stay off their radar by traveling at night.
By Avery Meadows4 years ago in Fiction
Abaddon
CHAPTER 1 “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say”. That was the final utterance from that smarmy shithead Gabor as I opened the door of a monstrously pretentious onyx-colored G-Class that would taxi me to a tarmac the size of a small country.
By Logan de Armond4 years ago in Fiction
Attractor
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It’s a notion found within many cultures possessing the necessary scientific awareness to comprehend it as a concept, albeit with inconsistent wording and to differing degrees of notoriety. It should seem an inherent certainty based on what can be readily perceived of the universe, barring one key discovery. The truth must be spread, the prior attempts at which will be examined in this broadcast, so that the next one much closer to home may be pursued.
By Dominic Hodgson4 years ago in Fiction
The Hive
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, Commander Bak thought darkly to himself, as made his way towards the bridge of the massive space craft. He did not want to find out if it were true. He had gone so long without knowing and today was not the day.
By Jane Adler4 years ago in Fiction
I'll Ask the Questions
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." They say it so fast that it almost sounds like one sentence rather than two conflicting opinions. And it has me leaning backwards out of their line of sight, has me settling into the couch's threadbare cushions for the long haul, because if there's one thing I know about the twins, it's that they're nowhere near 'two households, both alike in dignity' levels of comparison. No. They're rough edges and polar opposites and, honestly, if I hadn't been friends with Javi first and known that he had identical twin sisters, I would never guess it by looking at them. Sure, the baby pictures are identical and they have the same crooked smile, but Grace has more freckles on her right arm, and Xeda has a seatbelt scar on the left side of her neck. They couldn't be more different, even if they were wearing someone else's face. But right now, both of them practically foaming at the mouth, Grace and Xeda going head-to-head, I've never seen them look so alike.
By l.j. swann4 years ago in Fiction
Inmate 871
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The words swam up unbidden to her mind. The only noise in the airlock was the hum of the station and the muted, sporadic thumps and bumps coming from the other side of the hatch. Alex drifted closer to the small window, her breath fogging up the glass. Inmate 871, also known as Alexandra Stiles, watched as a dead man thrashed and clawed at the hatch from the other side, its bloody teeth bared as it screamed in silent fury.
By Tylor Haydon4 years ago in Fiction
