The Frog - A Short Story.

I was a normal child before I heard about... him... I was happy, I would play with my friends in the long grass, laughing along with them, playing games and having fun. I was full of joy.

After one grand day of fun, I walked back home. It was a hot day and I wanted to drink some fresh squash. I was a normal child of 11, I had lush blonde hair that ran all the way down to my shoulders, I had a red dress on that went down to my knees and, most importantly, I had a loving family made up of a mother, father and two older brothers.

After walking from the park on this hot July day in 2005, I got to my semi-detached house and I was met by my older brother who sat me down in the living room while he got himself and myself some squash. I don't know what I was doing, but I was flicking through the TV channels when I landed on MTV, I was about to change to the next channel when my brother came in with our drinks. I took my cold squash in my hands and drank it, enjoying how cold it was and how hot the whole town was.

I was about to pick up the remote when a music video came on the TV. There was a weird noise coming from the telly, the screen showed a city landscape. I looked at my brother, he had fear in his eyes.

Suddenly a male voice came from the TV.


Looking at the TV, none of us were able to move, all we could do is look at the horror that was taking place before our eyes. There was a frog on the screen riding an invisible bike... naked...

"Ding, ding" The thing spat out. I was trying so hard to move my body to stop the evil on our screen, but I was unable.

I moved my eyes to look at my brother who was making a painful growing noise of pain. A few seconds later I saw that hyper-realistic blood was oozing out of his eyes and mouth. I knew that I needed to close my eyes and scream to stop myself from seeing or hearing this... thing.

It hurt so badly to close my eyes, but I knew it's all I could do to save my life. I opened my mouth with all of my mite and let out a scream to the Heavens. I don't know how long I was screaming for, but after three minutes I flopped to the floor, now able to move my body. I opened my eyes to see that my brother was lying on the sofa, with a small puddle of blood.

I was able to phone 999 and get help at once. Myself and my brother were rushed to the hospital to get the urgent help that we both needed so much.

My mother says that were were in there for weeks on life support, but for me, it felt like years.

We were both lucky that both me and brother lived -- well, that's what people tell us.

Ever since we watched the "Crazy Frog" music video, we both needed to seek the same level of treatment as soldiers with PTSD. After the fact, my brother became visually impaired in both of his eyes.

I am now 24 and I am currently attending universality in France, I am studying computer science with my boyfriend who has a job at IBM. I am living a happy life, we were even thinking of having children.

My brother also lives with us, my boyfriend and myself love him so much. Since the horrors of that hot July day in 2005, he has always tried to keep happy, but I know that he will never be able to forget.

I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, hot and sweating. I look at my hands and I think back to my nightmares. They are always the same. They're always about that frog standing over me, naked, with his.... tiny penis looking at me with its one eye. Suddenly he starts to make "ding ding" noises. I try to run, but no matter how far or fast I run, that frog will be following me on his invisible bike.

Our family don't talk about it. I don't want to fucking talk about that fucking Crazy Cunt. Fuck that frog.

Written by Clive "James" Python, 2018-04-04.*/