by Jim Stitzel | Sep 10, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeThe shelter calls out to Eifan, and he is drawn toward it. A cool breeze blows in off the sea and with it a hint of a voice, as if a vapor. Almost that voice entices him away from his explorations, but he...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 9, 2013 | Stories
I saw a shadow man today, tracking me through the corn. It kept its distance, for which I was grateful, but it moved when I moved, stepped where I stepped, stumbled when I stumbled. It stayed with me for some time before I stopped and turned to face it. Hey, there,...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 28, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series DestinyThe table in front of Traxis is littered with little bits and parts, spare pieces collected from weapons gathered up over the long years of roaming in the wilds, all pre-City. The weapons themselves are long gone, many...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 26, 2013 | General
I recently discovered slam poetry — thanks in large part to the video below, which went viral not too long ago — and immediately fell in love with an art form. Anyone who knows me knows how remarkable my reaction is. Despite being a Wordslinger in my own...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 23, 2013 | General
I’ve lost my voice. Well, not lost, exactly. More like, um, temporarily misplaced. I know it’s around here somewhere; I just need to move a few of these piles around until I uncover it. It’s been a while since I’ve really used it, you see. I...
