#philiployd #realwritersmarket… “Get out your Sunday best,” said my wife. “He’s coming! He’s really coming!” Who? Who’s coming, I thought? But I dare not ask. When my wife gets excited like this, the best thing to do is just stay out of her way. Yes, I was a henpecked husband just like out of a…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… The year was 2075 and the problem with illegals was only getting worse. Illegals taking jobs; illegals committing crimes; illegals sucking up government resources and contributing nothing to society. The year was 2075 and the country had had enough. The crackdown was on. There was a great wall in the country. It had…
#JonConley #realwritersmarket… Watercooler talk, Mitz was saying that she went to the dentist yesterday and that he was treating her as gingerly as possible because he knew what had happened. What had happened? We too wanted to know. He was a drunk—or maybe that was Joni’s story. I had just read a Lucia Berlin story,…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… “My name is John Fielder Smith. That’s not my real name. My real name is Go Fuck Yourself. But for our purposes here you can just call me Johnny Boy. I was first told the story of O.B.E. by an ex-DEA agent who went by the name of Peter North. That’s not…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… . “I’m proud to say: I am now officially a member of the Me Too movement. I know I’m a man, but men can be members too. It’s not gender that determines eligibility, it’s understanding.” Read the whole p-whipped story… Before trying his hand at fiction, Philip Loyd spent a…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… “Billingham Bokstock was born with an elephant’s head. A real, live elephant’s head. Not only was he the first ever trunk-swinging, tusk-bearing, floppy-eared candidate to run for president of the United States, he was twelve feet tall. The first time he walked into a press conference, his head went crashing into the doorway…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I used to be a jackal. That is to say, I once was a reporter. A journalist. A scavenger of the lowest kind. You know, like in the movie Nightcrawler. I’m all better now, thank God. Lucky for me, I woke up just in the nick of time. Read the whole feeding-frenzy story……
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I was in the Park when I heard the news about Wags Wagglestein, my attorney. Next thing I knew I was headed downtown. It had been a long time since I had been down to Mulberry Street, and suddenly I was feeling nostalgic. Read the whole spaghetti-eating story… Before trying his hand…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I’m a Gas Guzzling, Water Wasting, Trash Heaping, Energy Hog. At least, that’s what my friend Freddy Floozy thinks. Yes, the same Freddy Floozy from The Adventures of Living Life on the Streets and Time Off from Having No Life at All. He hasn’t said anything, but I know he’s thinking it. Read…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I just turned fifty and if it isn’t bad enough I’m a hypochondriac, now I’m a hypochondriac with hemorrhoids. I first discovered there was something wrong when I noticed I had spotting in my underwear. Spotting? But that’s girl’s stuff. The spotting evolved into a red skid mark, then full-blown red paint all…
