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May 19, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jo Carroll

The Curl and Vampire

She was a pretty thing to be sure, the little girl with the curl. Her cheeks were as red as blood and her skin as smooth as porcelain. And yet there was something odd about her clear blue eyes—something empty and soulless. She sat atop her throne of building…
May 17, 2018
Mystery Stories Nicole Robb

New Frontier

Still groggy from her hibernation chamber, Stacey checked the readings once again on the ship's control panel.She had read them right. "Tom! Something's wrong." "What is it?" Tom emerged from the back where he had been checking on the twelve hundred sleeping…
May 17, 2018
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Remedy

The smell of death hung heavy and pungent in the air. Sickness touched the skin and covered it in a dewy glow that in any other situation could have been attractive. Castellan held a scented handkerchief over her nose as she walked through the village to the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Dylan Thomas Nichol

Forged in Shadows

Screaming was all that could be heard through the bone chilling halls of the dungeon. This was what the supposedly great nation of Hace really was. An ugly abomination lay underneath the stunning Admor Keep, and Caelin made the long journey through it, his…
May 17, 2018
Mystery Stories Isabel Schwaak

Something Stronger

A thick grey stone wall separated the village of Telly Fenn from the wilderness. A narrow path led the way out of the village and melted into a crossroad, from which a crooked path strayed far into the dark forest. The inhabitants of Telly Fenn were content…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jade De-Terville

A Light Bulb Called Tink

“This is more than just a bloody mid life crisis,” Karen said clutching a tattered red book, until her knuckles started going white. She savagely threw the book onto the chequered dining cloth, and ran her hands through her untamed hair. “Oi, mind the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories April Winters

Area Twenty Four and a Half

I, Jim Roberts, got fired today. I didn’t realize Mr. Kerr, my boss, was standing behind me when I referred to him as Kerr-mitt. He failed to see the humor, and now I have no source of income. Looks like my journalistic aspirations are out the window. I…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jeremy Szal

Crimson Snow

16th Day of Regon, Year 455 of the First Dawn I could feel the cold as we climbed higher, the chill reaching into my bones. The wind whispered across the grassland, flapping my black hair over my face. I wanted to lie down. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories B.J.Neblett

Forever

“Segue the next couple of records with a jingle then go into a stop set. I’m gonna get some air.” Hy Lit flashed his agreeable smile, adjusted his trade mark tinted glasses and winked. “You’re a natural, kid.” Then he disappeared out the studio door. The…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories BJ Neblett

Pockets Full Of Wishes

“Don’t put your hands in the pockets!” Jimmy looked at his sister. It was just a winter coat, a used one. It was all his parents could afford. But it was his. He picked it out. Now he stood proudly before the store mirror admiring the blue denim coat with the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Laura Ellison

Consumed

Arlia knelt down on a silk cushion in the middle of the room. She took a deep breath and centred herself. Gramps always told her to do this, sometimes he jabbed her in the sides with his walking stick if he thought she rushed meditation. In front of her the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Paul Magnan

Scorned

I grasped the rough edges of the tombstone and pulled it from the strands of thick, yellowed grass upon which it lay. I set it in an upright position. The words “Dear Love” were carved along the top of the stone. I had carved those words. For a few seconds…

 

 

Emma Warren  went to Phil, the Black Water sheriff, for help. "Please help me. Ah'm Emma Warren. Mah  husband, Vern, went to find frogs in the swamp yesterday and he didn’t come home.   A man named  Galt came by and..."

“Was Galt tall with a big chest."

“Yeah.”

I know the story.  Don't you worry. We know exactly where he went. We'll leave right now.  Try not to worry, Mrs. Warren."

The sheriff and his deputy, Mike, got their rifles, waders, machetes, and canteens,  took Emma home, and then went to their airboat and drove into the swamp.

"Well, here we go again, Phil."

"I know. Here we go again."

After traveling several miles, they pulled into a cove.  "Look. An airboat. It must belong to the woman's husband," Phil said.

They tied up their boat, put on their waders, and headed into the tall grass. They men hacked their way through the tall grass, waded through swamp water, and finally reached the infamous path.  “There’s the clearing, and there’s the huge podium-shaped rock,” Mike said.  As they walked slowly toward a clearing, a huge frog jumped out of the grass,  sat, and looked at the men.

"Did you ever see a frog that big in your life. My God, it's almost as big as a small dog," Phil said.  “That’s what the men came into the swamp to catch.”

 

The men followed the frog as it hopped down the path to the clearing.  As they approached the clearing, they gasped as thousands of frogs jumped out of the tall grass. The frogs moved to the left and right, made  a path for them, and then, like a living zipper,  closed off the path behind them.

"The damn things are making a path for us to go forward, but we can't go back. Phil, what are

we gonna do?"

“Shoot’ em,” Mike, Phil said, and  they  fired their rifles and pistols at the frogs until they ran out of

bullets.  Frogs jumped at the men from behind, pushing them toward the clearing.  At the clearing, frogs jumped at their backs and knocked them down. The men tried to get up, but frogs kept jumping on them.

“Welcome, gentlemen. I'm Ernest Galt, your Host. We're happy that you could come for dinner.”

The men looked up and saw standing behind the podium-shaped rock,  a huge...thing. It looks like a man, but, at the same time, it looked like a frog.

"My God. I must be asleep. That's  a nightmare."

"How fortunate. There is a place for you.  Please go into the dining area.  We will be ready for you in a few moments."

The frogs gathered behind the men and threw themselves at their backs, pushing them into the clearing.

"Mike, look. In the center of the clearing. There's a whole bunch of frogs in a group. The men stared at a mound of gyrating  frogs. Some frogs moved to the side.

"God!!! They were on a body.  A naked body.  Oh, God! They were feeding on it," Phil gasped.

"Look. There are frogs waiting. They're waiting in line to eat. One group leaves, and then others take their turn.  Phil, they're gonna eat us!  They're gonna eat us!"

The men watched frogs eat the man's legs, arms, and tear flesh from the torso.  Stunned, the men turned to the sight of the thing standing behind the podium-shaped rock.  He was smiling at them.

"It won't be much longer. One should savor a good meal of...peoples' legs, don't you think?  Be patient. Soon,  we will be ready for you."

Mike sobbed. "Phil, they're gonna eat us."

"I do believe it is your turn, gentlemen. My, you look so uncomfortable dressed in those

uniforms.  I'll help you slip into something more comfortable before dinner. Your birthday suit would be appropriate, don't you think?"

Galt raised his arms and addressed his frogs. "Bon appetite, my friends. Bon Appetite."  Galt burst into laughter, which echoed throughout the swamp.

 

The End

 

Saul Greenblatt

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