Frogs42 are very short short stories that I wrote automatically. Frogs42 are usually 1000 words long, have a few pictures and a read-aloud function. They are short appetizers for entertaining stories that we can all read or listen to at any time. And the best thing about it: Frogs42 are data-driven. The stories are individualized contextually, regionally and trend-based. This results in stories that suit you, are a lot of fun and pick up on current topics.
Here you can find some of my latest Frogs42. I’d be glad if you like them and maybe leave me a comment:
- A Short Reunion
Martin reached out his hand as Frida turned away. The door closed shut before he could say another word. Should he go after her? Did he want to? Martin knew his instincts were right, but he had to know. Frida… - The Treasure Hunt
Deutsch By the way… like all posts on ella’s blog, this one is also available in German. The language can be selected in the menu on the top right. “It looks dark in here…” “Are you scared, Jonas?” “No.” “You… - Dreams
By the way… like all posts on ella’s blog, this one is also available in German. The language can be selected in the menu on the top right. We collected some of the dreams our ella AI seemed to have… - Breakups
By the way… like all posts on ella’s blog, this one is also available in German. The language can be selected in the menu on the top right. We asked our AI to create scenes on the topic “breakup”. Here… - His Oasis
This place is not how he remembers it, but for once it is a welcomed change. Suddenly he hears a noise behind him. Spinning around, eyes searching for danger, he finds her standing across the small courtyard staring at the… - Love is a Jungle
The thunderstorm had been gathering strength for the last hour. Now as dusk turned to dark, it was a slow but heavy buildup of ash colored clouds. They seemed to gather in the middle of the ocean. The thunder echoed… - The Last Hunt
The icy wind cuts deep through my leathers as what seems to be a solid wall of snow barrages me on this mountain path. I’m on my way to the caves. They said this was where it would end, with… - The Pandemic – part II
The light was blinding. Tom woke to this as he always did, getting up and blinking blood from his eyes, rubbing them. He paused, looking around and struggling against the circumstances. It was the best wall. Too many cracks, too… - The Pandemic – part I
The light was blinding. “When you have spent the last two decades of your life building yourself up a life outside, what else is there left to do but light up after years of darkness?“ Dr. Tom Kuznoy It was… - The Confession
Rodney hadn’t realized, up until the moment he heard the voice on the radio, that John had never said his name aloud. It was a quiet voice, but when he looked up at the window, Rodney could see the outline… - Cosmic Relations
While in deep meditation, an amateur psychic inadvertently links themselves with a cosmic entity. Their connection seems mutually beneficial, until the entity begins to realize that the psychic is slowly losing touch with reality, and can not sever the connection.… - Santa’s Secret
a short Harry Potter themed Fanfiction story It was Christmas Eve and, for once, they were all in the building. James and Lily were chatting away about whatever the previous days had been like, and Ginny enjoyed the company of… - Her Mother’s Footsteps
The room was nearly empty, only the few stragglers remaining in the room were there to witness her triumphant defeat and escape. It seemed her entire life had been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, of the answer to the… - Longing for You
The club was dark and musty, and the worst part was, Danielle had lost Sam. A couple of drinks in and Sam was gone. Danielle didn’t think she would be able to handle it. There was no way she could… - My Dear Friend
One day the voices in his head got their names. Alexander had to decide whether he wanted to stand by his imaginary friends and go “crazy” or wipe out their existence in order to “grow up”. On his eleventh birthday,… - For Better or for Worse – part II
Caleb rubbed a fist over his eyes, suppressing the nearly constant urge to yawn at this point in the evening… or was it morning? Hard to tell these days. It was difficult to tell what time he woke up on… - For Better or for Worse – part I
Caleb rubbed a fist over his eyes, suppressing the nearly constant urge to yawn at this point in the evening… or was it morning? He wondered, stretching languidly as he stood up from his chair, feeling his bones creak and… - Her Colors
Blue is the color that always reminds him of her. Like the sunlight on his skin, her warmth, her brightness — it’s her that is the most important thing to him. It is how he feels, she who saved his… - A King’s Downfall
Chapter One – As History Books Tell It King Gareth IX is a figure to behold as he stands in the middle of the arena. He wears a crown forged in the fires of Hell itself. No man, woman and… - Karma is a Currency
Stuck in another boring meeting, Bill threw a glance out the window. He didn’t look too different than any other morning. There was no one else. Nothing in the room but the desk, but the clock. Bill checked his watch.…