by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The gate preventing anyone but maintenance workers from reaching the bowels of the sewer system was frozen solid, having rusted in place long ago. Pudge pushed his way through, anyhow, the space being just wide enough to admit entry to his overweight frame. His...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The bag of chips was all but empty, just a few crumbs left in the bottom. He shook the bag, bouncing it in his hand, so that the niblets would fall together in the corner. There were so few left – and he wasn’t one to waste anything – so he tilted the bag to look...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
Drive faster! Rain lashed, wipers slashed, Cort plowed through the pouring rain, the demons of his past – both real and imagined – pursued him close behind. Wind whistled, debris whirled into the road ahead of him, utility poles fell behind him....
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
“What do you think’s in there, Rob?” “No idea, Finn. Juice, most likely.” “Juice?” “Sure, you know, electricity. Stuff’ll juice you, sure as I’m standing here, if you touch it. Knock you flat, leave your hair all sparkly and curled and smelling like something that...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The black cauldron sat in the middle of the room and hissed menacingly as the green sludge within burbled and glurped. The stench emanating from the vile brew was overwhelming, nauseating in its potency, but the witch standing over it seemed not to notice. “Leg of...
