by Jim Stitzel | Mar 28, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 14 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer. “Be you friend or foe?” she asked. “Morduth insists you be...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 27, 2017 | Stories
Jimmy set his lunch down on the break table and plopped down in a chair, heaving a huge sigh. “Man, what a day,” he said, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. “Uh…” Frank said, looking at Jimmy then glancing quickly away to catch...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 24, 2017 | Stories
“There is blood in the rain,” stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. “What do you mean, sire?” Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him....
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 11, 2017 | General
The refactoring of Ficlatte has begun. I don’t expect this to mean anything to any of you, not even the ones who frequent the site on a regular basis. The work I’m doing right now is 100% completely behind the scenes, hidden by the large curtains that lead...
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....
