comedy

Humor and comedy in the science fiction and fantasy space.

When the Tide Meets the Sand
Although it had ceased to have any use for a month now, the glass pebble that once connected him to the world, his fans, and his girlfriends, still never left his pocket. 2072 was the year New Dubai crashed; financially and literally. If not for his father’s divergent nature, The Young Prince would have met his end along with the rest of the family when a freight drone the size of a stadium was sent through the spires of the ‘Sky Department’.
By Lee5 years ago in Futurism
Self-Help Advice from a Single-Celled Organism
Dear H. Sapien, You know that scene in the Matrix where Agent Smith monologues his revulsion with your species by likening it to a virus?
By Angela Volkov5 years ago in Futurism
Wine Small Step
“What do you see?” Hank asks, shoving past to get a look at the control panel. “It’s just humans doing human things,” I say, giving him a hard shove in return.
By Walter S. Munday5 years ago in Futurism
Dinny Gets Dinged
I. I sat there, looking at the paper in my paw.
By David Perlmutter5 years ago in Futurism
Chairman of the Bored
I. Fade in. The scene is what looks like a typical college campus, with the usual array of buildings constructed with only the thought of what they were going to be used for- not how they looked like- in mind, with the presence of marigolds around to create a vague semblance of summer for the early fall. It’s evening, so most of the buildings have their lights off, as a sign that they’re not being used.
By David Perlmutter5 years ago in Futurism
Strange Honey
I meet Yanni at an old laundromat amongst a forgotten shopping strip. There she is sitting atop a stainless steel bench, wearing loose fitting black jeans and a vintage bomber jacket from some old video store. Her dark hair with shaved bits on the side is shorter than last time I saw her, I couldn't recall when that was. It’s hard to tell if she sees me as a friend or another face in the crowd, either way I’m glad she got in touch.
By Walter S. Munday5 years ago in Futurism
Lucky Duckling
Will Pryor-Bennett Vocal+ Moleskine Contest Lucky Duckling June 15th, 2022 Tonight’s the night, man, I can feel it. I’m going to have two drinks, and then I’m going to walk out of this bar. Lads and Lassies- Irish Pub- on 78th and Amsterdam, in NYC. Nice place: L-shaped bar with about 20 stools, a little raised stage in the southwest corner (somebody knows feng shui), hardwood floors, warm colors, warm overhead lamps, and craft beer. That’s what I love most about writing: I don’t have to defend craft beer. It’s my life, my story, and it doesn’t matter.
By Will PB5 years ago in Futurism
The 1965 Bi-Annual Argumentavists Conference
Two days. That’s all Patrick Tolle has left. Two days to convince the world of something. He knows he can do it. He’s going to do it.
By Jon Gorga5 years ago in Futurism
The Mythical Prince
The Mythical Prince By D.C. McDougal, GED He stood in his room, naked, as if it were The Garden of Eden. While having no clothes, he of course had no pockets, but that wouldn’t stop a legend like him! He reached into that non-existing pocket and found twenty thousand dollars. “Amazing!” he thought, “I must have left this in here the last time I wore nothing.”
By Jason Campbell5 years ago in Futurism
Lucifer's Little Black Book
There it lay; innocuous, innocent, inviting. The light from the sunset bathed it in a warm glow, emphasising the soft, supple cover; hiding countless secrets in its thick, luxurious pages.
By B5 years ago in Futurism
Pay-Pierre
The sun laid its’ last rays down upon the city as the sky shifted from bright blue to glowing orange. The group walked, turning corners and crossing streets until they arrived at a five-story building with many windows. The building was not only home to their living quarters, but also the Atelier for the Alliance of Species. Here, they parted ways and walked inside towards their respective earthly homes. Evening shifted to night. The night turned to early morning. Before the long rays of the morning sun peeked through the horizon, the Atelier on the fifth-floor was bustling with activity.
By Kitty Fermengs5 years ago in Futurism
Stayin' Alive
Jacoby sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. He felt surreal; weightless and dizzy, yet stuck to the floor like his feet had grown roots that anchored him to hell. He stared over Belona’s shoulder at the screen in horrible fascination, completely thunderstruck. He didn’t know if he would throw up or giggle like a person gone mad, but either was likely, and probably both at the same time when his heart dropped back into place.
By Bele Royce 5 years ago in Futurism