The Nighty Night Show

Flash Fiction, Flashbyte by Philip Loyd I saw her. I really saw her. Who?  Why, Mona Menendez, of course.  You may remember Mona from the children’s television program, The Nighty Night Show.  She was the pretty young lady in the golf-style, checkered pants.  The one with the sidekick, Luna.  Remember? Read the whole story in…

Big Dick Billionaires

by Hugely Philly… My friend BD Batz has the biggest dick I ever saw. Granted, I haven’t seen a lot of them, but we went to high school together and when you go to high school together, you see each other’s penises. You know what I’m talking about. So imagine my surprise when BD showed…

I Think I’ll Build Me a Bridge

Flash Fiction, Flashbyte by Philip Loyd That’s right. There’s a five-mile stretch between the mainland and the island where I live and the only way to get across is by ferry. It takes forever!  So, I think I’ll build me a bridge. The problem is, boats pass by all the time. Big boats. And then…

The Electro Ejaculation Salesman

by Wacky Philly… I was thinking the other day about an old friend of mine, Jackson Jackson. You heard me right: Jackson Jackson. Like Jean-Paul, Jean-Paul from Seinfeld. Jackson is a born salesman. He and I went to high school together, but instead of going to college like the rest of us, Jackson decided instead…

The Applicant

Flash Fiction, Flashbyte by Philip Loyd “The story that follows is something I always wanted to do.” I always wanted to apply for a job and during the interview, really speak my mind. You know, like in the movie Office Space. Or just just let ‘em have it, like on Seinfeld when George decided to…

The Accident

Flash Fiction, Flashbyte by Philip Loyd There was blood everywhere, all over the floor, all over the door, all over the couch. But where was it all coming from? Where was all the blood coming from? Oh yeah, the accident. Man, was her husband going to be pissed. Read the whole smashed-up story in 60…

Detached

#philiployd #flashbytes #flashfiction Hi. My name is Wasif and I live in one of those countries where fun is forbidden and woDetachedmen walk around all wrapped up in blankets.  It’s a backward nation—on the outside—but what goes on behind closed doors is much like any Western country, especially the USA. So imagine my surprise when…