ComedyWriting
Hot and Bothered. Winner in Too Hot for This Challenge. Top Story - August 2026.
'Thank God I don’t have to commute anymore,' muttered Harry, gazing out of his apartment window at the scorched grass of the communal play area that served his block and two others. The brown grass sat in the middle of a swathe of grey concrete which seemed to shimmer in the heat. The sky was as clear as he could ever remember it in his sixty-seven years and the blazing sun was blinding. Harry could feel the heat through the open window, like a glassblower's furnace ready to melt the skin from his bones.
By Matthew Batham3 months ago in Humor
The Great Thermostat Standoff
Day one of the heat wave, Gerald Finch was a picture of composure. He'd read that staying cool was ninety percent mental, so he stood in his kitchen at 7 a.m., eyes closed, doing what he privately called "ice cube breathing"—in through the nose, out through the mouth, visualize a glacier. It was, he felt, working.
By Charles V Sasser Jr3 months ago in Humor
Welcome to the Jungle: Singles Edition
Jennifer scrolled through the listing one more time before printing it out: a brand-new eco-lodge on the banks of the Rio Negro, seven days in private cabins, a white-sand river beach, guided excursions, and sunset cruises. She laid the printout on the table and smiled.
By Isidora Luna3 months ago in Humor
Even the Rain Didn't Help. Runner-Up in Too Hot for This Challenge.
It was a hot and sunny day in Center City Philadelphia, and the sun hung high in the sky, despite the lateness of the hour. Even in the shade, the temperature was 111° while in the sun, it felt more like it was 120° maybe even far beyond that and James had no inkling of how the heat factor scale worked. All he knew was that he liked the much cooler air (in the 60's - 80's was more his style), it felt like he was in a confectionery oven where even the slight breeze made it feel worse and only stirring the already hot air around his sweating body.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Humor
Self-Checkout Is Just Unpaid Employment
There was a time when grocery shopping was beautifully uncomplicated. You grabbed your groceries, rolled your cart to the front of the store, exchanged a few pleasant words with the cashier, and someone, an actual employee, bagged everything while you wondered whether you'd remembered to buy ketchup. Life was good.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
Too Hot Too Function . Honorable Mention in Too Hot for This Challenge. Top Story - August 2026.
“ DANGER! CROCODILES SWIM HERE!” It was humid. It was sweltering hot. For ten continuous days the weather was too unbearable to breathe. Fans blew thirty-five-degree warm air right back in our faces. The car AC refused to work, and everyone drove with their windows wound down, so that flies, moths and mosquitoes could harass us while we were trapped inside, dying within the walls of our tin can vehicles.
By Elizabeth Butler3 months ago in Humor
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So, they sat around a table with condensation on it, smoking and joking. The laughter ricocheted off the walls and sounded like bursts from trumpets. Their shirts remained damp; they toweled off from the blazing heat. It didn’t matter. The sweat congregated at their temples, their foreheads, their armpits. The smell of liquor permeated the air and almost made it hotter.
By Sky Saunders3 months ago in Humor
