by Jim Stitzel | Oct 12, 2012 | Stories
Grotesque. That was the only word Georgette could think of to describe the mountain of a man standing before her. The blacksmith-turned-airship-captain was a disfigured hulk, made all the more repulsive by the stub that was all that remained of his left arm. But she...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 9, 2012 | Stories
Dear Daddy, I can still feel the hole inside the day you left. It pains me greatly every day. Sometimes I double over and wish to die, the agony is so great. I don’t know why you did what you did, only that somehow I must have been the cause. Why else would you have...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 9, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series GolemHe walks slowly, each lumbering stride carrying him a dozen leagues. Entire villages are crushed beneath his feet; whole nations are shaken by his passing. He cares not one whit. He strides through them like they are grass....
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 19, 2012 | General
*sigh* Much as I love Joss Whedon, _Cabin in the Woods_ reminds me of exactly why I don’t much care for gory horror flicks. Part of the problem is that I have too much empathy for the characters, and their suffering messes with my head (and heart)....
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 16, 2012 | Asides
I kinda hate Facebook’s arbitrary designations. Just because I want to receive update notifications on certain people I happen to like reading doesn’t mean I necessarily consider them to be ‘close friends.’ Knowwhatimean?
