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December 09, 2018
Mystery Stories Wally Smith

Body of Evidence

Crime Scene Tours Ltd. had built their business, some would say, on the basis of appealing to people’s morbid curiosity for grisly acts of murder, and Liz and Colin Stevenson therefore had no qualms at all about conducting tours around the scenes of the most…
December 02, 2018
General Stories John L. Yelavich

Aesthetic Shock

Allie is delicate and gentle, waif-like in her presence. Her luminescent smile frames an image that seems so lighthearted. A sense of reality cannot disguise my enamored, whimsical feelings. I rhapsodize her essence in my affectionate mind excursions. She…
December 02, 2018
Fantasy Stories Vidal Martinez

The Purpose of Life

The front door slowly creaks open just as I reach to touch it with my cold, stiff hand. I stand still, hesitant, wanting to walk away, but finally I peek into the house, and through the darkness of the old Victorian home is a shadow of a flickering light from…
December 02, 2018
Fantasy Stories Pat Tyrer

It's All Relative

Before I get started talking about what I did, and why I did, what I did, I need to explain that Harold was no prize. He retired from John Deere because he couldn’t get along with the guy who worked next to him on the line. Not the supervisor, mind you, but…
December 02, 2018
Crime Stories J.D.Plummer

What Goes Around Comes Around

It was 12:45AM on a Tuesday. The old TV in the corner was playing some idiotic sitcom rerun. The ball game had gone into extra innings, but had basically ended a half hour before. There was a couple sitting at the table in the corner, having wandered in…
December 01, 2018
Crime Stories Nicholas Tomsko

Special Delivery

“BE THERE IN 5 MINUTES”...Tammy hit the SEND button and tossed the cell phone. It made a thud as it bounced off of the passenger seat. She hated the feeling of things in her pockets and never used a purse. Cruising the highway during a mild September…
December 01, 2018
Fantasy Stories Marie Anderson

Epiphany

After the meeting, Leo hurried back to his office and filled his briefcase and pockets with everything that mattered. His company mug brimmed with cold coffee. He poured the coffee over his PC’s keyboard, then threw the mug at a framed portrait mounted on the…
December 01, 2018
Romance Stories James Ross

Bones

‘Park here,’ Leo said, ‘We’re early and I’d like to sit in the sunshine for a while.’ Michael parked the car in one of the empty bays and went to purchase a ticket. When he got back to the car Leo was standing by the door grinning broadly. 'See!' he said.…
December 01, 2018
Mystery Stories Virginia Revel

The Shape I'm In

“Good morning, Mr. McCord.” “Good morning Dr. Porter,” I say, inclining my head slightly in his direction. His answering nod pays tribute to my quiet self-possession. I show him no hostility, but I do not pretend he is my friend. There will be no heartiness…
December 01, 2018
General Stories Jesse McKinnell

Hi, My Name is Mark

The drug store stretched out in front of Mark like a fun house, dizzying in its array of colors and textures and smells. Racks filled with Halloween candy, masks and plastic pumpkins sat in front, requiring shoppers to battle through their compulsions before…
December 01, 2018
General Stories Roger Ley

Harley

“It’s in here,” said Martin as he unlocked the door of the old, dilapidated wooden shed. “My dad lets me use this as a garage.” The shed was sited on the edge of the golf course that his father’s family owned. They went inside. It didn’t smell too bad, and it…
December 01, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Matt King

In Formation

Honking, the geese fly overhead in a giant V as the sky reddens in the late September dawn. Tralley watches them for a moment before continuing to unload the pickup truck outside the transmission tower high on the hill. Rucker fixating on his smartphone in…

 

 

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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