by Jim Stitzel | Nov 30, 2016 | Stories
Mogram Stonecutter sat on the roof of the mausoleum in the dead of night, his lute resting in his lap. His fingers danced lightly over the strings, not playing any tune in particular but rather hitting notes and chords at random. It was an idle habit he had developed...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 23, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade’s length. Near the base, just above the hilt, the only space not utterly...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 13, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe little girl entered the forest, armed with nothing but her courage, her grim determination, and the rusty sword strapped to her back. There were monsters in those woods – she could hear their howls,...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 18, 2016 | General
This image crossed my Facebook feed the other day. It resonated with me immediately because I had just been thinking about how much deep ocean water weirds me out. (Don’t ask me why; I don’t remember the reason why that particular topic had been on my...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 11, 2016 | General
This is just one of many reasons why I harbor a fundamental disdain for Facebook’s policies and management decisions. When you’ve set the almighty dollar in a place where it trumps social responsibility in your decision-making process, it’s at that...
