comedy

Humor and comedy in the science fiction and fantasy space.

Predicting The Future Can't Be That Hard! Especially If The My Pillow Guy Can Do It.
Really, I really wasn't planning on publishing anything anymore. I had planned on stopping at 199, but today I read through something that I thought was funny, even comical, considering this is America. Apparently, there's a billionaire that thinks he can predict the future of the American political arena. We all know him, the My Pillow Guy, Mike Lindell. Mike Lindell has made yet another prediction that former President Donald Trump will be reinstated by 2022. Apparently, there is some secret crystal ball or perhaps a witchy brew that Mike Lindell has at his disposal. If a billionaire thinks he's got this one all to himself then he's got a lesson to learn.
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Futurism
The Immortal Kevin
“¿Esta muerto?” Abuelita poked the goat’s thigh with the tennis-ball end of her cane. “No, he’s breathing,” Humberto replied. Humberto, Ana, Rafael, and Abuelita hunched over the deformed creature.
By Danielle Allen5 years ago in Futurism
Loss of an Heirloom
Hey deadbeat, You haven’t paid your rent in five months, so I came into the apartment I own and took that stupid heart-shaped locket you’re always wearing! Come to my home and pay your rent before 5:30pm today, or I’ll melt it down into heart-shaped goo!
By Dan Seminara5 years ago in Futurism
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. And, even though I’m a grown-up, tall, and apparently handsome humanized male dog with a chestnut pelt and blue eyes, I was crying, softly, as I waited for an upcoming appointment.
By David Perlmutter6 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 Perlmutter6 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. Munday6 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 PB6 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 Gorga6 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 Campbell6 years ago in Futurism