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THE FROG JOURNAL

Category: The Ribbits

  • Across the universe

    Across the universe The journey is brief and the destination is realized, more quickly, than any jump before this one. It would be routine except that the destination is still light years away. According to the navigation console. When he looks out the viewing port, a planet is there, floating in space. Checking the navigation…

  • The First Portal Bandit

    The First Portal Bandit Rambleforth follows. Why not? Yon Apricus, was interesting, and had peaked Rambleforth’s curiosity. He would play along, and when the time was right, fetch his early retirement. They appeared to be headed deeper into the repository. It was very large by ordinary standards, however, these were no ordinary standards. The first…

  • Cloud Nine

    Cloud Nine Forest is glad to have his phone back, but the pic is not cool. It causes him to drop the phone. He immediately scoops it off the floor, and exits the bathroom, fast as hell. How long, he wonders, as he hastily puts his shoes back on. They are in the lobby, how…

  • Head in the Clouds

    Head in the Clouds Forest throws the phone out the window, and quickly exits the parking lot. He doesn’t care about the phone, or going home. He gets on the highway and doesn’t stop driving, until he reaches the next town, eighty miles away. Night is falling by the time he reaches a hotel. After…

  • A Break in the Clouds

    A Break in the Clouds Forest is shaken, and immediately hangs up on Albert. He literally shakes his head and blinks, at the ludicrous thought, that Albert had just called. He dismisses it as a prank call, and sets his mind on the rest of his work. It was unsettling because of the name. How…

  • The Lightning Maker

    The Lightning Maker Jeremy sits with his back against the wall. He is waiting, and the wait is the worst. Outside, another loud peal of thunder booms, and the windows rattle slightly, in their frames. Jeremy squinches against the wall as much as possible, he is afraid, because he knows it will happen any second.…

  • The Swingset Factory

    The Swingset Factory All of the swings were swinging. Back and forth they went, without ceasing. Moving faster and higher with each trip under the bar. All of the swings were swinging, and empty. It wasn’t dark yet, the last of the day’s sun still lingered on the horizon, as Samuel walked home. He wasn’t…