by Jim Stitzel | Sep 17, 2013 | General
I’m into my second cup of coffee of the day, and I’m starting to feel a little bit freaked out, though not due to the sudden caffeine rush. Ok, it’s kind of due to the caffeine rush, but probably not for the reason you’re thinking of. Sure, if...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 15, 2013 | General
This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since forgotten what it was — but the stone remembers. The memory whispers...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 13, 2013 | Stories
She accosted him on the sidewalk, as he was loading the last of his gear into the truck. He had just come from a client’s house, the last job of the day. He was loading his backpack sprayer when she slammed into him, nearly knocking him off his feet. She was...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 12, 2013 | Stories
She leans against the sink and stares at the message scrawled in the dust on the mirror. Thank god it’s just dust this time, and not blood. Her arms and thighs are criss-crossed with the scissored scars of past blood-lettings. She breathes deeply, heavily, though...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 11, 2013 | Stories
It is a wondrous thing to hear your child’s heart beat for the first time. All those long hours of laboring and toiling over a workbench, all those days and weeks of tenderly, gingerly nudging gears and springs and cogs into place. All those blisters and burns and...
