by Jim Stitzel | Jul 17, 2024 | Stories
“I object,” Jasper said morosely. “To what?” the fairy mother replied. Her expression and tone of voice both bespoke surprise. “You’re about to cross the long bridge to Haven. What’s to object to?” Jasper shook his head,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 16, 2024 | Stories
He needed his sense of humour. So of course that was the very thing they surgically removed from him. He could see it there, in a jar, on the shelf, pulsing quietly. He didn’t know why they had removed it, but he was really in no position to ask questions, strapped as...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 15, 2024 | Stories
No one was surprised when it happened. But the would-be assassin flew backward out the castle window, scattering shards of glass through the air. He landed on the ground roughly, and it was a moment before he could stand back up. Meanwhile, a figure appeared at the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 13, 2024 | Stories
It was the sixth day of the heatwave. It was so hot you could see the air rippling and warping as the sun baked off the moisture from the ground and the air. No life could be seen anywhere, except for the buzzards whirling and twirling high up in the sky looking for...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 12, 2024 | Stories
Shadows. Little threads of nightmare silk play against the wall of the nursery before they coalesce into fine, delicate fingers not unlike a Black Widow’s legs. These threads, these fingers are chased by thin arms, equally delicate, equally long. Then the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 11, 2024 | Stories
The little witch, for she was, indeed, very wee, chased after the chipmunk across the forest floor. “Why did you steal from me?” she asked the chipmunk, once she caught up to it burrowing into its den at the base of a massive oak tree. “I didn’t mean to,” it mumbled,...
