Fredrich TheFrogdrick

“Some Kid's Angst” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #276

What made you read this? It’s a stupid story. You should go back, choose something else, before you realize how silly this story is going to be. This is your last chance. I'm about to start droning on.  … You’re still here? Why? Nevermind, I don’t want to know why. I don’t need to know that you’re only reading because you pity poor little me. I’ll pretend you’re reading because I’m good at writing. Even if you like my writing you might not like what I write about so I’ll warn you that this story isn’t worth the time it takes to read. Wh...

6 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“The Bug-Eyed Girl” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

If you’ve met me before, you know that for most of my life I loved being scared. How could I not? There’s nothing quite like the combination of goosebumps, eerie suspicion, and adrenaline! I don’t remember when it started, but I was addicted to the tightening in my chest and everyone around me knew it. My parents even feared me because of it. They'd look at me like I was a monster every time I returned from the brink of being afraid. They thought I was being reckless. They thought I'd get myself killed if I kept seeking the fast paced fear t...

1 like 0 comments 0

Read story

“Making Friends” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #270

Trigger warning: mention of suicide at the end and borderline/implied violenceA recipe turns many bland, simplistic elements into something more complex, but only the best make something so interesting that people hunger for it. I hunger for books who’s ingredients include a villain, like me, who cooks. I love those characters, but most stories prefer a complex protagonist, one that’s a mix between the evil that created them and the bland perfection they used to be, though a hero will never admit that they’re two parts villain. Forever flawe...

9 likes 2 comments 2

Read story

“Toy or Tool” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #269

“What would you give up to be remembered forever?” When I was thirteen, almost fourteen, my maid asked me that question. I never answered her, but now that I’m here, on a throne, being called a rightful king, without any choices left, I can’t stop thinking about her question. I never gave anything up, rather things were taken from me, but since I’ve been rewarded it should be worth it because I’ll be remembered forever as King Arthor.Today I saw a glimpse of the future, so I know what is to come. I might not like the rest of my life but it’s...

9 likes 3 comments 3

Read story

“Just Words” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #266

You've probably heard about me before. I'm someone who was never bragged about. I'm not a straight A student, not a pretty girl, not smart, and not dedicated. I tried, but with so much failure it didn't seem to matter. At first when I said it's fine, it wasn't, but it grew to be. I got used to it. Used to a life where my all was never enough. Where to all I was no more than a let down so I started hiding in the crowds, just another head bobbing in the masses, a fish in the school, nothing notable about me, not a thing out of place, just how ...

9 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“Cartoon Villain” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

AAAEEHAAAEEHAAAEEHThe person robbing the bank shoots the alarm and it stops.“Now that’s better,” the crazy-looking woman in spandex says with a sigh. “That was giving me a headache.”Everyone is on the floor with their hands over their heads because that’s what the supervillain demanded when she first entered. Everyone got down before she brought out her weapon because she’s the infamous Intelegant! She never hurts anyone but she has never been caught either. She’s been a public favorite ever since she first made a fool out of the city's resi...

2 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“Rosaline” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #257

THE PROLOGUEEnter chorusCHORUSWe all know Shakespeare and his famous playsLike Romeo and Juliet, dead setTwo tragic lovers infamous endwaysDon’t yet fret, for this holds a new mindsetYet here a love of new kinds gets re-toldFor she who rejected Romeo firstIntelligent Rosaline, she told himNo way, because she divorced from such thirstFor dear sweet Rosaline was someone whoKnew not that kind of love for she was bothAn ace and arrow, yes that’s right, it’s true The Rosaline do loath men tis her oathHer heart never was touched, for no roman...

6 likes 1 comment 1

Read story

“How To Fix My Mistake” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #254

“Did you hear?” A blond girl in my class whispers to one of her friends, “That girl who sits in the back? I think her name is Iris. Well, apparently, she’s awful! Eliza told me that she had a friend who she turned into a dope head.” They may be pretending to whisper, but I can hear their gossiping from across the classroom, so can the whole class, but no one seems to care, not even the teacher.“Oh yeah,” one of the brunettes beside her responds, just as eager to gossip. “Well I heard that since she was a kid she’s been a drug mule!” When I h...

9 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“Bad Luck” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #252

Tell me, who do dangerous people target? It’s the people who walk slowly, looking at their feet or looking around at the beauty of the world. Or at least that’s what most of them target, but some ignore how you walk or how you look at the world, for some, there is no rhyme or reason, just bad luck.One day you’re walking home. It’s not yet dark, but the sun is setting. There are a few clouds in the purpling sky, but none are threatening to rain on you. You might have something to protect yourself, on your keychain or in your pocket, but ...

8 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“ Her Words” by Fredrich TheFrogdrick

Submitted to Contest #251

Trigger warning: stalking and violence The words, her words… How can they be so beautiful? The curves of the letters, the sounds they make as I read them aloud, the way they come to life: It’s like nothing I’ve seen in my life.  I was her first fan. Back before there were so many people obsessed with her words, I was there reading her beautiful words. Each word is a sculpture, together they make clay-mation movie that I can watch as many times as I want while barely paying anything at all. From the beginning, I was the only one watching...

8 likes 0 comments 0

Read story