Out In Space Novels & Stories

The interior of the Quest Joint Airlock felt like a suffocating, sound-dampened coffin. Here, inside the pressurized Extravehicular Mobility Unit (EMU), Kazimir Volkov was preparing for his unsanctioned Extravehicular Activity (EVA)—the formal term for a spacewalk. The sheer bulk of the suit, designed to be a personal spacecraft, was a necessary defense against the vacuum of space, yet it felt like an immense burden in the confines of the airlock.

Earth looked very humble and beautiful in outer space. Then the time came when their lunch was to be served. The spacehostess had announced that there was currently zero gravity but they would not be experiencing anything of that sort because artificial gravity had already been switched on and that they can remove their seatbelts and can get up to use the restrooms if they wanted. There were also separate sets of button and controls in each seat. One button was to plug in the oxygen mask if anybody needed it, another button would flash a screen for the person to binge on any shows or movies, another button for fastening and removing the seatbelts, another to open up the tray when food was se

had done its job. ​"We’re clear of the planetary defense grid," Ren said, his voice trembling with relief. "Nav-com is locked on Outpost 7. Estimated time to lunar orbit: six hours." ​The Secret of Outpost 7 ​As the earth shrank into a marble of blue and gold behind them, the triplets and their long-lost brother gathered in the galley. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by the heavy realization of what they were doing. They were the first shifters to leave the planet in over a century.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

"If you need that to talk to Alphie, then how come when we were on Earth and those other places, you could talk to Alphie without it?" "Ah," said Kor, grinning. "Noticed that, did you? When in space, especially when visiting planets other than our own that aren't as technologically advanced, we use an implant in our ear to speak with the ship computer. This prevents our technology from falling into hands that might not be ready for it." "Why not just use the implant all the time?" "Well, for one thing, the implant can only speak to us and hear what's going on, as well as pinpoint our location. The vid comms can do much more than that. I'll show you when you get yours."

Two hours and forty-seven minutes until the Hungry vanguard reached the planetary shield. Jack, Katherine, and Marcus hung in the upper atmosphere at the edge of space, their boots magnetically locked to the outer surface of the golden planetary shield. Below them, Earth glowed blue and green, impossibly beautiful, impossibly fragile. Above them, the void of space was no longer empty.

Ricky told Carlos while looking around the underground parking garage, hoping not to see a Death Row Infantry-man with a gun approaching them. “If we use an escape pod, that means we’ll be out in space. I’ve never been out in space before,” Amber said, putting her hand up to her mouth. She could feel her heart picking up the pace while thinking about her and her boyfriend escaping death by traveling out into the deepness of space. “I grew up on this starship. I grew up inside this Earth bio-dome and this place is all I know. But I don’t want us to die here and I don’t want us to die out in space.”

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“We both know how old they are, so take extra care of them, you hear? Do whatever it takes to get them in front of this computer carefully.” “Okay,” he said. “Should… should we try for Friday? I think that’s plenty of time, yeah?” Eva’s nose crinkled. She didn’t know when Friday occurred any longer, or really when any of those days occurred. But it didn’t matter. “There aren’t any day or night cycles out in space,” she said. “Instead, just figure out the best time, and then send me a message how many hours away it is. I’ll do my best to stick to that time. I’ll let you know if we have to change or rearrange.”

Zora in the tank—they were being erased. Dante held me tighter, his "Void-Titan" armor shedding sparks as the ship’s gravity stabilizers finally gave out. We were weightless, suspended in a cockpit filled with floating glass and the smell of ozone. Outside the shattered viewscreen, the horizon was disappearing. The sun itself seemed to be flickering, as if the universe couldn't decide if today was still Thursday or if it was twenty years ago.