extraterrestrial

Speculation, theory, UFOs and Aliens. Are we alone in this universe or is there life outside Earth?

To Take With Great Force
Planet Equitis Wayside… Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The orange sun shone brightly as it rose over the circumference of the blue and green planet, as it did the orange glow of its fusion process cried its eternal tears for ten billion years of burning. The sphere of pure power rose steadily and bathed the planet in precious light, heat, and entropy. Without warning, an orange explosion rippled in the planet’s atmosphere, as if trying to eclipse the majesty of the sun. The explosion sent waves of gas and metal debris into the sky, which instantly burned up. The whole scene was suddenly covered with a reflective shimmer showing a man’s face, then the scene disappeared and was replaced by a cold Dratium wall.
By Michael David Kalin4 years ago in Futurism
Euphoria and the Man From the Moon
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They also say that time bends and warps, like the molecules of my face bending and stretching as I plummeted to impossible depths. ‘Depths? Is there depth in space?’ I remember vaguely speculating before it went dark.
By Ursula Da Silva 4 years ago in Futurism
Prisoner #11120
Chapter One: Prisoner #11120 and the Little Window. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I think about that as I watch out the window of the endless abyss of stars and darkness. So much darkness. To know that the only things I could see were the creation of galaxies and suns that shine so bright from lightyears away baffles me.
By Moth4 years ago in Futurism
Revivescere
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Must be a myth, Ryder thought to himself, stirring to the voice shouting his name through the intercom. He sat up from his laying position on the couch and rubbed his eyes. The image of a half-full bottle of whiskey beside an empty tumbler on the coffee table explained his splitting headache. He'd drunk too much again.
By Jesse Olson4 years ago in Futurism
The Visitors
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However those that were able to let out one last cry knew that help was not on the way. No one expected these aliens, as soft and fleshy in appearance, to be as violent and unrelenting in their onslaught. While our kind may be double in height and at least triple in weight, we were clearly no match for the seemingly never-ending attack by the humans. Perhaps our own inquisitive nature and optimism is to blame, but had any of us known what was to come, we would have never been so kind to the first humans that arrived.
By Hiyeran Doobay4 years ago in Futurism
Atlas
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I heard a song, and the deeper into the vast ocean of nothingness I travelled, the louder it became. I could no longer ignore it. The melody pierced my ears with its truth and demanded that I look up from my mundane world to see what it had to say. Little did I know, the answers told a story of something much greater than myself. I had been chosen to bridge the connection between my world and Theirs in ways that back then, I couldn’t even comprehend. But now, I wonder how life would look without Them. Grey, I think. Because Their colours had never been seen in my world until now, and without Them I would never have known what we were missing out on.
By Auri T4 years ago in Futurism
Blended
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Staring at their faces, I would from this day forward, fill in the blank looks myself. Mark, and the beautiful Senela, their eyes bulging, mouths frozen in that horrible rictus. How long before I joined them? These gauges always erred on the conservative side. An hour and a half? Maybe two? Fifteen minutes ago the three of us had been having lunch, laughing at a joke I had made. Even Mark, who didn't laugh much at all these days. Think I know why now. Relief. Senela as well, giving me that coquettish smile I would never see again. That smile that was supposed to become mine, ours. A smile the universe would never see again.
By Ron Stubberfield4 years ago in Futurism
Wreak Havoc With Naïve Minds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sometimes I am comforted by that. Most of the time I wish I was never involved in the first place. The pain I have seen inflicted upon my now dead companions will linger with me until I finally succumb to death myself, but at least I won’t ever have to hear their screams or the sounds of what was being done to them. The terror in their eyes was almost too much to bear as it was. Their faces are in my mind and I can picture them fighting the thing we brought back from LD1054-226. “Thing” doesn’t even begin to touch what it was. I haven’t thought long enough about it to be able to describe it to myself. Did it have a body? Was what we saw its body or an extension of control upon other objects that we perceived as its body? Did we assume what we saw was the thing itself or was it an illusion? I’ll have to think more on that later.
By Bart Mumm4 years ago in Futurism
Tainted
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It must be why the invaders, or the High Lords as they like to call themselves, released so many of our people into that wretched void. They like to pretend that they’re merciful and ‘humane’. To them, mercy is releasing the harvested ‘tainted ones’ into the black nothingness of space and then experimenting on our corpses, while they make us watch.
By Mandi Lutz4 years ago in Futurism
SEISMIC NUANCES
Chapter 1: Stormy Weather Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I used to believe it was just some crazy metaphor somebody came up with, but now…..I believe it’s true. It’s been four years since the continents have been breaking away and Earth’s inhabitants slowly disappeared. By disappear I mean death. I’m still trying to figure out why I’m still alive. After all, my name does mean “protector of mankind” so maybe I’m supposed to save the rest of humanity who haven’t died from these supernatural seismic nuances.
By Alexis Patmon4 years ago in Futurism
A.I.den
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Said. Everything is in the past tense for me now. Even if I’m not dead, I’m not alive enough to confirm or deny the above statement. Besides, “body” in “nobody” can't hear anything on its own since specific bio-neurological mechanisms are involved in functions of hearing, understanding, and interpreting the external information. Without this complex mesh of inter-related tools and systems, the body alone is useless.
By Olga Gabris4 years ago in Futurism
The Eyes of Eternity
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Not that I’ve ever had the joy of trying, for I’ve never— not for the last million years— heard a scream within atmospheric bounds either. For my fellow lifelings and I stopped screaming years ago, for screams are a sign of fear, and fear was eradicated back in far distant millennia. Fear was the first of all feelings, established in our primeval minds upon some primordial stone, and therefore first to go. But tears remained, and flourished. So yes, I have heard men cry, in that void of infinite expanse, swept with agony and despondence at the loneliness of such an empty spread of time.
By liell4 years ago in Futurism