by Jim Stitzel | Jul 2, 2017 | Stories
He can see her there, standing just on the other side of the glass. She’s next to him, of course, there but not here. He can reach out with a hand and touch her shoulder. She smiles at him. Warm. Affectionate. But also sad. Because he is not truly there. Only...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 1, 2017 | Stories
The wind gusted across the dusty peak, nearly knocking Zachariah off his feet. He pulled his weathered duster closer around him and pulled his hat down further over his eyes in a vain attempt to keep blowing debris out of his eyes. The townsmen had said the climb...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 17, 2017 | General
It’s Saturday morning, and my children are taking advantage of the cooler morning air to be outside, playing in the yard, blowing bubbles, creating chalk creations on the sidewalk. I was able to get a full night’s sleep last night, the first all week. My...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreHe unfolds the cloth first, revealing the medallion hidden within. The face that peers back is profane and vulgar, but it is not unknown to him. It is the sigil of a creature whose existence has long...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 3, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreOne of the merchants produces the sigil, wrapped in cloth, from an inner pocket of his robe, and sets it in the Priest’s waiting hand. The box follows immediately. Wisps of smoky vapor puff upward...
