by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | General
I’m tired tonight. Depressed, even. Just as I was yesterday. I feel run low, laid out on the tarmac of life to be run over by monsters of my own devising and picked apart by mythical birds of prey. My flesh feels torn, my heart rent in two, my mind dampened and...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 23 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“Who be you,” Malika whispered once more, her head leaning still against the stranger’s chest. “Orthael you may be. Paladin you may be. But you be not like the others who would have come...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 23, 2019 | Stories
It’s been raining for two days straight, and I’m afraid to go out. I’ve seen what those torrents do to people who venture outside. Cascades of water sweep down the street, and the rain itself is dangerous as hell. I have cabin fever. We all do. But...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 20, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 21 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika was suddenly overwhelmed by the cleansing intent and purity of Flame. It flowed through and over her like an all-consuming heat — and as it did, it drew much of the pain and fury from her slight...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 23, 2019 | General
I’ve begun to pack up my apartment. I have a pile of broken down boxes, a couple of rolls of packaging tape, and rooms full of odds and ends I’ve picked up over the last year-and-a-half that need to be packed away. Because, as with so many things in life,...
