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THE FROG JOURNAL

Tag: fun fiction

  • 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…

  • The Point of No return – Dead to Rights

    The Point of No Return – Dead to Rights Gathering gear takes very little time and there isn’t a need for some of it any longer. Timberlen can’t believe he never saw it coming. He hadn’t been able to see the forest, for all the trees. He stuffs the night vision gear in his backpack…

  • The Unknown Room

    The Unknown Room The cardboard box is nearly full and Tyler decides to close this one. He takes the shipping tape dispenser and liberally tapes the box shut. After moving it to the front of the basement he opens another, and begins filling it with the odd clutter. It is August 2020, and two months…

  • The Point of No Return – Graduation Day

    The Point of No Return – Graduation Day

    The Point of No Return – Graduation Day Breathe. Inhale deeply, exhale fear. Again… Inhale deeply, exhale the fear. Wrong time to adjust, the hit wasn’t severe, but it could have been. Keep moving. Don’t let up. *3 Hours Ago* The armory is empty when Timberlen arrives. Today would be the day. Grabbing gear and…

  • The Song of the Nightshades Part Two

    The Song of the Nightshades Part Two I wouldn’t have even bothered to write this stuff down. In fact, I almost didn’t. But that day at the library convinced me that whatever was happening, was just the beginning. I can’t explain how I derived that, from finding nothing out of the ordinary at the library.…

  • The Song of the NightShades

    The Song of the NightShades It is dark. The silence of the night is deep. All sounds have ceased, and the only light comes from distant stars. A soft night breeze begins stirring the air and softly, the things of the night begin their chatter again. It hasn’t happened this time, though the forest had…

  • The Blue Door is the Only Door

    The Blue Door is the Only Door Don’t choose the red door, it’s the wrong one. The green door isn’t any better. There may not even be a red or green door, they might all be yellow. If that’s the case then none of this will make any sense. The blue door is the only…