“It’s not like we’ve got to worry about work tomorrow,” said Kevin, reclining in the sand and swilling from a bottle of whiskey. The ocean laid in front of them, the stars reflecting off of the waves as they lapped upon the beach. “Isn’t that messed up, though?” asked Mel, as she hugged her knees to…
Welcome to Paired Prose on Trope and Dagger! In this feature, we’re presenting two different short stories based on one element! This week’s element: “Frolic“ I thought I was crazy for the longest time. Poring through books filled with nonsense, talking to madmen who have read every old tome with half-clothed girls ever written, eating up…
Ben and Sara take a moonlit excursion to a secluded pond.
Ever wonder what your stuffed animals were up to when you weren’t around? Well, you may not want to know.
Is anybody else tired of winter? Well, so is the character in this short story, but he goes a little overboard in his hatred of ice.
Jimmy’s got a strange addiction, and he’s got to get his next fix, even if it kills him.
Harold Rollins has lost his best friend, Commander Snuggles. Is a strange man who Harold wants nothing to do with the only hope of finding him?