by Jim Stitzel | Aug 27, 2015 | Stories
Chaz raises the weapon he holds in his left hand. He can feel the Weight of it dragging his arm back toward the earth, but it is that very same Weight that allows him to wield the hand cannon at all. When he first claimed the Kraken, when he first held the Object that...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 22, 2013 | Stories
She had a cough. Deep. Wet. Ragged. They called it the creeping cough. Non-communicable to humans. Supposedly. And yet here she had it, and it was taking over her body. Already, fingers of the black fungus were reaching out from the corners of her mouth, which meant...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 10, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan withdraws his hand, shaking his head. “No,” he says. “This is neither the time nor the place to delve into such remembrances.” He reaches instead into the satchel slung at his side, rummaging through...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 29, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeHe inspects the orb without picking it up. He can feel the memories radiating off the thing already, and he is not ready to delve into them just yet. Unlike nearly everything else in the room, not one mote...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 15, 2013 | General
This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since forgotten what it was — but the stone remembers. The memory whispers...
