by Jim Stitzel | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeShe heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it....
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 6, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 8 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained still, never allowed the beasts to reach her. She was driven by...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika stepped back, spinning to her left as another creature lunged out of the darkness. The sword in her hand sang with need, and she swung it up in a swift, arcing motion, ramming it into the creature’s...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 31, 2016 | General
It’s difficult to know just how to summarize this year, to put it into perspective. 2016 has been a universally bad year for everyone, from the number of celebrity deaths to the fiasco that has been the US election cycle to the myriads of personal trials that so...
