by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2017 | Stories
I drag a finger along a wall as I walk around the room. I can feel the grainy surface of drywall and paint. Approaching the corner, my fingertips lift off the surface slightly, pulling further away as I draw closer to the junction of the adjoining wall....
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 25, 2017 | Stories
Grey mist sails past his face, and it is enough to shake him from his reverie. His mind is sluggish, slow, as though he is awakening from a dream. Perhaps he is, but then he has woken into a nightmare. He looks down at his hands, outstretched before him, palms up. His...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 16, 2017 | Stories
You’ve heard the expression, “Everywhere you go, there you are.” Well, I’ve got a variation for you. “Everywhere I go, there you are.” Frankly, I’m getting tired of it. At first I thought it was just me. You know, how you see...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 14, 2017 | Stories
“Anything?” Bantu asked. “Gimme a sec,” replied Shari. With a gloved hand she reached into the mist hovering before her, dipping a small test tube into it and filling it as best she could. With the other hand she stoppered it before withdrawing...
by HSAR | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 13 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeAt long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was...
