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THE FROG JOURNAL

Category: The Ribbits

  • Flicking the turnstile switch

    Flicking the turnstile switch

    Flicking the turnstile switch Jeff tries to wriggle free. He cannot. Not only is he stuck from the top of the turnstile, but also the bottom. He looks down the mezzanine to the token booth. Tommy is in the booth. Any second now the machine would unlatch. Jeff watches the door to the token booth…

  • The turnstile switch

    The turnstile switch

    The turnstile switch Not a lot is happening at four thirty in the morning. Especially not late night commerce. Which is why no one notices when they pull the car up the ramp. They pull it into the hidden area just out of sight of the highway. Twenty minutes later and only the shell remains.…

  • Quitting time at the diner

    Quitting time at the diner

    Quitting time at the diner (Chapter Seven) Allison was tired. Mid way through an extra shift at the diner has taken its toll. She has three tables currently, and the assholes at table 16 are almost too much. She refills the glass for the fourth time. After making sure there is ample ice. Her first…

  • Folded in the pages of time

    Folded in the pages of time

    Folded in the pages of time (Chapter 6) Meanwhile, back in the sunbeam where things are warm, the pages of time have turned. Five pages and five strangers. Each about to embark on a journey. Some will be together. One will work alone. And in this way, it begins. The old building is still hard…

  • Echoes and roller coasters

    Echoes and roller coasters

    Echoes and roller coasters (Chapter Five) It won’t take long. Chris looks at the tall fence again. Once over it, there is little to slow him down. He knows where the security cameras are, and how to avoid them. Besides, there were only about five, in the entirety of the abandoned park. Additionally, Chris knows…

  • Thrift store treasure healing

    Thrift store treasure healing

    Thrift store treasure healing (Chapter Four) It never failed. Always at this time of year, it could be counted on. As regular as the seasons. Kendra steps over the deepening puddle. She is on her way into the thrift store. And the rain is falling even harder, if that’s possible. She angles the umbrella to…

  • The waves of Rice Bay

    The waves of Rice Bay

    The waves of Rice Bay (Chapter Three) Rice Bay was beautiful this time of year. It was secluded yet popular. Many of the tourists were here for the first time. The small resort further inland was a big tourist draw. Every year they show up to start the summer season. Then, in the fall they…