comedy
Humor and comedy in the science fiction and fantasy space.
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
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
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
Maria the Savior
A flash of green light filled the room. And then it was gone. In its place stood a man. "It's you!" Maria wasn't fazed. It was herself indeed, sitting in her bed, drinking some tea and catching up on her celebrity gossip on the computer. "Yes, I'm me. What about it?"
By Laura Prado8 years ago in Futurism
