Josh Ripperger
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The Key is Me. Top Story - November 2025.
I, a simple sinner, looked through the key hole. Inside was a sight that locked me in my place. I was no longer outside of the room, but I wasn’t quite in it either. It was as if I was held in place between two worlds. My world, and this foreign one.
By Josh Ripperger2 months ago in Fiction
Me, Myself, and Our Resignation. Runner-Up in I Resign From… Challenge.
To: [email protected] Cc: [email protected] Subject: My Resignation Attach: Hello, Mr. Amygdala, This should come as no surprise to you, but today is my last day working here. I know what you’re thinking. Literally, we share the same brain after all. You are reading this and thinking, what the actual fuck? We have been together for thirty years, why now?
By Josh Ripperger8 months ago in Journal
A Shadow's Grip
You hear it, don’t you? The voice outside of reason. The voice emanating from the corner where nothing should be. You decide to check it out. Unsurprisingly, your reasoning is correct. Nothing waits for you in the shadows, but the voice is still there. Taunting you.
By Josh Ripperger9 months ago in Fiction
Bedtime Absurdities
All 35-lbs of Gerald Tully stood on top of his rocker screaming, ”No bed!! No bed!!” Mr and Mrs. Tully looked at one another. Dark half moons clung to their eyes like the boogers caked to their walls. Mrs Tully’s hair was falling out of her bun and Mr. Tully had yet to change out of his work clothes.
By Josh Ripperger10 months ago in Humor
The Shrieking Daffodils
The sound of screaming fans rattled Madison Square Garden as The Shrieking Daffodils retreated backstage. A smoky haze filled the room and various bottles of alcohol littered the tables. Daphne Ovid, the band’s lead singer, wasted no time popping open a bottle with her guitar pick and tossing it back. Her vocal chords instantly relaxed as the icy beer funneled down her throat.
By Josh Ripperger11 months ago in Fiction
The Fragmented Oath
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. King Colevaire dipped his hand into the warm, agitated water. He stared at the man he used to recognize. Gone was the youthful pull of his skin, the hairs on his head and chin were fading from black to gray, and the light that used to burn behind his hazel eyes was now cold and hateful.
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Fiction
Star
Celestial Dot Exploding lightyears away Timestamping today
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Poets
