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October 14, 2018
Crime Stories Julie Achilles

The Boy in a Hoodie

I am walking along the road, the road that leads to home and I see him. I do not know him but for some reason I know there is a significance. He is casually dressed and wearing a grey hoodie which is pulled up, yet, I can still see his face. I can see that he…
October 14, 2018
Fantasy Stories M.B.Manteufel

Two Heads are Better than One

He opened the jewelry box with one gloved hand, holding steady a slim flashlight with the other. He cursed under his breath. Empty. Again. Matt Sanders wasn’t used to bad luck. He had become one of the best in his profession because he refused to rely on…
October 14, 2018
General Stories Julie Harris

The Man Who Left His Wife With A Goat

The morning’s warm rain finally drizzled to a wind-blown spray before a strong sun blazed in the cloudless sky. Christine stood motionless at the kitchen sink staring beyond the teardrop stained window to where he stood watching from the summer house.…
October 14, 2018
Mystery Stories Salvatore Difalco

Vertigo

Juan rose to pee in pitch darkness, his eyes fluttering. He found the toilet, but peed all over the unraised seat, splashing his shins and toes. Catching jeweled glints of chrome and glass, his eyes oriented to the darkness. Incomprehensible, his next move—he…
September 09, 2018
Crime Stories Frankie Neptune

It's The End of The World as We Knew It

 Reggie Benangin had always been this way. He couldn’t do anything right. The following is true - Though not even Polish, he couldn’t screw in a light bulb. When growing up in Westfield, New Jersey, his father knew never to ask Reggie to cut the grass. Every…
September 09, 2018
Horror Stories Vidal Martinez

La Llorona

I almost slam my head on the dashboard when the car suddenly stops in the middle of the dirt road. “What are you doing?” He looks behind me. “Right there… those trees,” he says. “Are you serious?” I look out the passenger window, and in the dark distance is…
September 09, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

Curing Brian

The day started pleasantly enough, we’d met for our regular game of tennis, the old reliables, Chris, Marilyn, Malcolm and me. Then the man in the dirty suit appeared and everything changed. It was summer and the weather was warm, so we’d used the outside…
September 09, 2018
Romance Stories John L. Yelavich

Sunny Souls

I have fond recollections of my high school years roaming the hallways with my best pals and their gals. We all thought that we embodied the right stuff or whatever that mindset was. We were all proud, cocky and cool and never wanted to be labeled pretenders…
September 09, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki

Snarge

What do you think we hit? Can’t say. We went through the critters pretty fast. I’ve never seen anything quite like that flock: multicolored, almost metallic-looking, circling in a protective formation. Very strange. We’ll have to wait until the techs evaluate…
August 21, 2018
Fantasy Stories Roger Ley

Making Babies

Martin Riley unlocked his front door, stepped over the threshold, and stopped dead. Everything was different: furniture, décor, layout, all changed. It didn’t look like his house anymore. A voice behind him said, “Hello Darling, I have some wonderful news.…
August 21, 2018
Science Fiction Stories R.Scott Venegas

How Far Back?

“The test subjects’ mental acuity, such as it is, and physiology are unaffected, the samples it obtained show little out of the ordinary, however it is quite agitated.” “Is it?” “Yes, seems it was spotted and chased.” “Did it do any damage during the…
August 21, 2018
Romance Stories Susan C. Nigra

A Lie is Born

Dec. 12, 2012 was a dreary uninspired winter day, and also the day I returned to relive the beginning of the lie. It was 43 years ago when I first came here at the tender age of 23 in high spirits... high on life, high on being young; and I have returned a…

 

 

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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