#FlashFiction, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd I got this magazine in the mail the today. It’s called Ignite: The Lifestyle Magazine for Aspiring Jihadists and Bomb Makers. Not sure why it came here. So I called the 1-800 number and got a hold of customer service. They told me there must have been some kind of mix-up…
#realwritersmarket, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd Who here hasn’t ever had to confront the loud neighbor? In my day, I was exactly that neighbor. Then I discovered the Grateful Dead. There goes the neighborhood… “Hey,” said the man to his neighbor. “Just two songs. real quick. I promise.” “Sure,” she said. No problem. Just two songs” At…
#realwritersmarket, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd… About every twenty years or so I find myself cruising by the little three-bedroom house where I grew up. The idea is that all those wonderful memories will come rushing through like some time machine, transporting me to the glory days of my youth. It never quite pans out that…
#FlashFiction, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd… When Donald R. “Dobie” Dobiemeyer won the grand prize—the first ever so-called “Mother of All Cars” from Universal Motors—he knew he was in for the ride of his life. What he didn’t know was exactly what kind of ride that would be. Read the whole story in 60 seconds… Thank you…
#FlashFiction, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd… I always wanted to be a brain surgeon. Who wouldn’t? Brain surgeons make tons of dough. They live in mansions and have beautiful wives. They are in essence, rock stars. Wanting to be a brain surgeon is one thing, becoming one is quite another. When I discovered how much hard work…
#FlashFiction, #Flashbytes by #PhilipLoyd… The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal. Wait, that’s another story. Still, you get the idea. And anyway, equality came a long time before that. While our story does take place in the very same year, 2081, it’s not about equality but instead the nicing-down of America in the…
