Josh Ripperger
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Icarus
Fire above me I, your Icarus smile For I will reach thee
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Poets
Rain
Falling drops of life Quenching the world underneath Recycled repeat
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Poets
The Understudy
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Myra hated that rule. The door was hideous and needed to go, but her stage director insisted it had to stay and that it must never be opened. This always baffled Myra. It was a stage door for Christ's sake, it was designed to be used.
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Horror
Carter's Crypt
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The camera recording the speaker panned over to the secluded cabin. The building was old. Shingles were missing, logs were covered in vines, and cobwebs hung in the corners like streamers.
By Josh Ripperger4 years ago in Horror
A Royal's Mistake
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The talking woman looked down at the baby in her arms and traced the crescent shaped scar that ran through the child’s left eye. “There was a time where we were the ones who lived in the Valley.” The woman looked at the stone walls of her room and added, “Back when the mountains were scenery in the distance, instead of our home.”
By Josh Ripperger4 years ago in Fiction
The Babysitter's Path
I can pinpoint the exact day my life went to hell. It was a Friday night and I was pissed. Mom and dad had decided to go out for the evening and instead of letting their teenage daughter watch her siblings they hired a babysitter. This babysitter thought she was hot shit too. She walked in about ten minutes before six. She had dirty blonde hair tied up into a messy bun, a pair of name brand blue jeans, a gray hoodie, and enough makeup on her face to make a clown jealous. To make matters worse, she was only two years older than me and sat across from me in study hall. Like, what the hell? Did they want me to be the loser of South High? Why did I even need a babysitter? I was fifteen, practically an adult, and my parents had the audacity to hire someone to watch me!? I didn’t complain though. No. That would just give my parents an excuse to do it again. Instead, I put a smile on my face, walked up to Olivia, and said,
By Josh Ripperger4 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Promise
The ocean has been singing to me since I was a child. To help me sleep, the sweet alto tones of that voice would join the seagulls and the waves to form a chorus that could ease any mind. I always asked mom if she could hear the song, but she only shook her head and brought the covers up to my chin. She would then kiss my forehead and say, “I love you, Oliver.”
By Josh Ripperger4 years ago in Horror
