by Jim Stitzel | May 21, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe dips his finger into the smoke, and it clings to his flesh like tar, even as tatters billow up and swirl around his hand. He lifts his hand to his face once more, inhaling the smoke in one long stream....
by Jim Stitzel | May 18, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe licks his lips in anticipation, ignoring the searing pain of his torn tongue and the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Carefully he reaches forward with both hands and takes hold of the box, gripping...
by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe wastes no time. Already the moonlight has crept across the box, and if he misses this opportunity, it will be weeks before another presents itself. He slips his tongue between his teeth — and bites...
by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreIt is night now, and moonlight pours through the one open window in the room. The moon outside is full, the light it casts bright and rich. Almost the moonbeam reaches the table. Almost it reaches the box....
by Jim Stitzel | May 15, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreThe box rests on a small, round table, perfectly centered on its rough surface. The man who purchased it stands across the room, leaning with one shoulder against the wall, staring at the box without really...
