PRINCE CROAKER • by Dick Noble
“You are just an ugly old toad,” said the Princess in her best pouty voice. “My dear, toads are not ugly — frogs are ugly. I am young and handsome. So how about a little peck right here between my… Continue Reading
“You are just an ugly old toad,” said the Princess in her best pouty voice. “My dear, toads are not ugly — frogs are ugly. I am young and handsome. So how about a little peck right here between my… Continue Reading
The first time I threw a shoe at my shrink was right after he claimed I was “prone to fits of irrational behavior.” That was his opinion after a year of therapy. Considering his fee, I expected more than what… Continue Reading
“There’s no need for you to be nervous, honest.” Tony leaned across the table and touched her arm gently. “You’re too kind,” she said. Her voice was dry. She coughed self-consciously, raising a hand to her mouth, and simultaneously sniffed… Continue Reading
“Cleanup in Aisle 23!” Aisle 23, water filtration. That kid has gotten into the calcium hypochlorite sacks again. We only used to sell it by the gram but lately people have been fighting over it like the last turkey at… Continue Reading
At least a dozen people stood ahead of Mike in the Post Office, all eager to get home for the holidays. Most were like him, professionals working in the city. Lawyers, executives, doctors — you had to be quite wealthy… Continue Reading
The board members cowered in their oxblood leather chairs as the baby toddled toward them in a diaper, raising his pudgy arms. “Welcome, I am Damien — new chairman of the board.” Damien’s eyes glittered as he took a seat,… Continue Reading
Professor Danvers stepped out into the center of the library. She held her sound detector high as she turned around in place. The lights were on; the old oak that furnished the house gave the impression of a cavern. She… Continue Reading
At the end of the day, Marcus had five good reasons to think the universe was out to get him. Everything started simple enough. He had left his job at the office, sipping a cup of coffee, and slowly made… Continue Reading
John Templeton was enjoying the smell of his brewing coffee. That aroma, as well as that of baking cookies reminded him of his grandmother’s house. He had spent portions of his childhood living with his grandmother. She would finish half… Continue Reading
Becoming a hero is easy. It’s a magical process that takes place with — or more likely without — your consent and you go from a regular guy with a regular insurance job to someone who will save the world… Continue Reading