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New friends.... Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
My 7:30 am alarm buzzes as I snatch up the keys to my ‘Blue Bug’. The roller door moans upwards as I hastily select a cheerful playlist to speed me across town. “Oh, for a quick trip to work.” Today’s delay crossing an endless chain of highway traffic, is mercifully brief. Blue Bug leaps out and seamlessly slots in between a tortoise and hare. “Off to a good start, for once.” Cruising up to the traffic lights I wish the trip could be varied instead of the same boring route until the end of time. Soon, the Turn Right Lane looms. Before I realise, we’re zipping off to the left. “No, No, No!” Too late! A sea of vibrant metal popcorn engulfs us — rushing this way and that — we pour with it, now heading west. Mind racing along with Blue Bug, I frantically strive for damage control whilst resigning myself to the bleak prospect of a late arrival.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶12 months ago in Humor
The wonder of weird towns
I was out walking the other evening, on my own, with my walking stick that I occasionally use. I had an urgent chore to carry out, involving a pharmacy stop. And then I spontaneously, decided afterwards, to extend that walk to have a little girlie browse and also grab a coffee and just people watch.
By Karen Cave12 months ago in Humor
When Integers Attack. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge. Top Story - March 2025.
The dreaded SAT starts promptly at 8:30 am in the morning. Too damn early if you ask me. Getting a good score is the only way of getting a scholarship into a decent college (unless you get a B-list actress to pay someone to take the test for you). Ninety of us are packed in like herrings, nine neat rows, entering demographic information in case universities want to contact us directly. Lots of codes and crap to enter: student ID, school, room number, blood type, next of kin, my car’s VIN.
By Barb Dukeman12 months ago in Humor
W’Otter Day!
Sleep is rudely torn asunder… rent by the neighbourhood ‘Rooster Alarm clock’! As usual. Rascally rooster! I moan. Blearily, I peer at the electronic clock — squatting on my bed-head — beaming arctic numerals. My 5:00 am alarm erupts into a cacophony of sound. Blinking in bewilderment, I spy four ruby red roosters cavorting across the dark display, crowing chaotically! Frantically I fumble… desperate to silence this insane instrument of torment.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶12 months ago in Humor
Weed Boss, Broccoli, and Random Squatting. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
Oscar woke up early this Sunday morning. He noticed the radio wasn’t blasting upbeat country music like it did every other Sunday when Mum makes pancakes. Is Mum still sleeping? That's a first! What if I make the pancakes today! He had never actually made pancakes before, but how hard could it be? I just need a recipe. At that same moment he noticed that there was a piece of paper next to him on the kitchen counter. Huh, lucky me. He grabbed the recipe and went out to get the ingredients.
By Cristal S.12 months ago in Humor
The Long Ride Home
The rain continued to fall as I headed home after work. The red lights were everywhere, and I was already late getting back. It was treacherous as the roads flooded a little. This was not the day I needed since I was already late getting to work due to this awful shower. The slushy, slippery byways are just as bad as those who cannot drive. I cannot lie about the need for water, but I wish it would rain on my days off. Still passing, the slow drivers were just trying to stay safe. My four-wheel drive SUV could handle most road conditions, including the snow.
By Sarah Danaher12 months ago in Humor
