by Jim Stitzel | Jun 22, 2018 | Stories
Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it. It was the dead of night, of course. They never attacked during the day. That was too obvious, and we’d see them coming a mile away — on a cloudless day. (And even on overcast days, they always mysteriously...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 7, 2017 | Stories
It soared out of midnight, all gas envelope and aerosolized Nightmare, propelled by only God knows what. It carried a tiny bomber bay, loaded with a lethality that would have made any nation quake to its roots, if any knew it existed. The airship was black as night...
