ComedyWriting
A Heart Attack at 18,000 Feet
The air traffic control tower sat quiet, its hum the only sound save for the occasional crackle of the radio. The controller were just finishing their routine check-ins when a sudden silence took over the frequency. the communication from the small twin-engine plane they had been monitoring was abruptly cut off.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Humor
It Was Me Uncle Jim's Funeral, and I Nearly Died Laughing. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
Me poor uncle Jim passed away the udder day, and I hopes he’s resting in peace up dere in heaven. But I knows dat, just sure as there’s shit in cat, as me ol’ mudder used to say, I’ll be going to hell in a handbasket. And dat’s anudder ting she used to say.
By Cathy holmes11 months ago in Humor
Cosmic Constipation. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge. Top Story - March 2025.
These days, the route up to Abra Doon's small stone cottage on Bridestones Moor is heavily militarised. Where once there was a winding, pot-holed country lane navigable only by sheep and the good-tempered, there now lies a broad, slick black tarmac expanse to enable the manoeuvres of tanks, missiles, and personnel. Driving up there, I lost count of how many checkpoints I had to pass through just for one fifteen-minute interview.
By Caroline Jane11 months ago in Humor
Let Me Out
It’s finally Friday! After a full day of teaching, it feels like my energy has been drained. So, I decided to do something for myself—give myself a little gift, just like I do for my students. Maybe it’ll cheer me up. I jumped into my car, buckled up, and got ready for my next adventure to the store. Strangely, my face wasn’t smiling. It was serious, as if this were a routine every single Friday. Or maybe it was! Was I shopping last Friday too? I can’t quite remember. Well, after thirty, everything changes—that’s what they say, right?
By Ina Zeneli11 months ago in Humor
The Hottie, The Heimlich and Parking Tickets. Top Story - March 2025.
"So, it happened one morning during the coffee run for my team. I say "my team" when it was more Joyce's team. She was project manager and had over 20 years of experience, as she never failed to mention.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Humor
Coffee Run
Nestled at the very end of a long ominous hallway was the door to a New York Tribeca Park apartment 405.5. Ominous, of course, until Smokey Joe, the apartment’s “super,” finished repairing a damaged lighting fixture. Once the necessary 120 volts of electricity had powered through, thus revealing an art deco décor, the once-scary corridor was no longer. Tacky art choice, it was not. However, Jonathan, the gentleman residing at apartment 405.5, began to grow fond of the art style after repeated debates with his neighbor, Jonah Fishmen. Jonathan sided with a more Art Nouveau style, which he says “feels like a dream.” Today, however, Tuesday, for all intents and purposes, began less like a carefree dream and more like a groggy five-minute nap.
By Anthony Diaz11 months ago in Humor
