by Jim Stitzel | Mar 15, 2018 | Stories
This entry is part 12 of 18 in the series The DarkWe moved lightly through the corridor, which eventually opened up in a larger space, pocked with deep pools of the evil liquid. We paused, scanning the room, then looked to each other. Without a word, we clasped hands....
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 24, 2018 | Stories
I am a dead man walking. That’s not a metaphor, not a promise of a future event the way you usually think of it. I really am dead — and have been for some time now. I walk the streets of this city. I pass by people on the sidewalk, and they instinctively...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 11, 2018 | General
When you have a mental illness, let alone multiple illnesses that compound on each other, you get used to a certain amount of well-intended but inane advice from any number of people that comes with the intention of helping you out of a rough spot. This generally...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 10, 2018 | Stories
“Explain what I’m looking at.” “Timestream 8496775816-AQZ-25.13.4. We pulled it from yesterday’s archives when it was flagged anomolous.” “Meaning?” “Look here. Grid 117, Segment 16, Node 135. See that...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 3, 2018 | Stories
He trudged through the sand, up and over great dunes of the stuff, while the wind blasted him with even more of the fine grains. Visibility was shit, and he walked more by instinct than anything. He’d long ago lost his way. The gale-force storm did nothing to...
