A writer died and met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, “Since you were an author, you’re going to get your choice of two places to spend eternity.” St. Peter escorted the writer to the first area. There thousands of people were hunched over word processors, typing as fast as they could, sweat pouring off their brows, with a demon standing over each writer snapping a whip at the writer’s head.
The author shuddered. “I don’t want to stay here, St. Peter. This is Hell. What’s my other choice?”
St. Peter nodded solemnly. “I thought you might not want to. I’ll show you the better place.”
At this location, hundreds of people were hunched over word processors, typing so fast their fingers were a blur. Sweat, tears, and blood pour down their faces, but they never stopped typing to wipe it away. Three demons stood behind each writer, hitting each with cat o’nine tails. Hounds from Hell snapped and snarled at each writer’s feet.
The poor author wailed, “But… but… this is worse than the first place!!!”
St. Peter nodded and smile, “Yes, but these authors are published!”
Friday, May 30, 2008
A Funny For Writers: Heaven vs. Hell
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