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Excerpts from the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Science doesn’t allow it. A scream needs an atmosphere to travel, a sea of invisible particles to carry it from the physically pained to the mentally scarred. Space lacks that atmosphere, that conduit needed for verbal communication between two conscious beings. It’s nothing more than a vacuum: cold, empty and devoid of substance. And yet some of you reading this might choose to disagree with my definition of space. You might try and tell me that planets, stars and countless other heavenly creations are within the all-encompassing body that we refer to as space, providing wonder and amazement to the few that are lucky enough to set eyes on them. But when you’ve been out here for as long as I’ve been, locked away in the most advanced prison that humanity has ever designed, sailing across the black, unerring void with the same monotonous faces for company and the same tiny specks on the horizon — specks that after months of approach seem just as infinitesimal as the first time you set your eyes on them — I would have to disagree.
By Cameron Adams4 years ago in Fiction
chapter 2 & 3
CHAPTER 2 Summer of 2013 I gave up and I was on the brink of reaching my limit with losing Mommow, Poppow completely turning into this abusive monster. I just couldn’t handle it any more. So, I stopped taking my medicine, and started to starve myself. I just wanted to die. Can you imagine going through emotional abuse countless times being blamed for the death of the person you’ve loved like a mom. I just couldn’t take it any more.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Fiction
Songs of Starlight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. You can try it, but the sound dies out seconds after its release... you along with it, IF of course you're the sort of being to actually need a steady helping of air, and don't have a helmet to pump you full of its sweet satisfying nutrients. Once everything is gone, this inky emptiness seeps into your insides and suffocates all semblance of life, instead.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Aboard: MIRAGE
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which you'd know is complete bull if you've ever visited MIRAGE before, the home of everything and everyone, no matter who you are or what you are. Whether you're human or an orc, or a Gralien (grey aliens, people. We were super creative with naming species back in the day). Everybody is welcome. The freaks and geeks and everything from absolutely beautiful to outright fugly. Which is why - all three hundred and sixty five days of the year - you'll find me at MIRAGE.
By Leigh Hooper4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Ark by Zachary A. Pieper
Event Log: 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Raphael knew he didn’t want to find out. Yet, he always felt this compulsion when he looked out the viewing window on the observation deck. The compulsion to go find out exactly that. Even though it would basically require someone’s death, and he tried to rationalize it away, tried to smother the morbid little curiosity inside him. He never could. He lifted his cocktail to his lips as he contemplated whether or not the mania was getting to him. He thought maybe a trip to the Doc might be wise. But he didn’t want to be put on meds. Or worse, on ice.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...4 years ago in Fiction
A History of the Creation Mythos as Known throughout Rae.
Ancient history tells us of the formation of the world. A test of will and might from the beings whose power excelled far past what is imaginable. Those beings were called gods, but all knew that was a misnomer. These so-called gods were fickle, broken, and full of spite. Constantly vying for power and changing as time went on. Everyone knew of their brokenness and their ephemeral nature. Soon, all accepted that they were not separate from the mortals, but akin.
By Christopher Luchies4 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
