by Jim Stitzel | Jun 3, 2024 | Stories
The rain started today. Again. And it wasn’t just a little sprinkle, either. It was a positive deluge, as is normal on this planet. We have 240 days in our yearly cycle, and it rains here for 239 of those days. We get one day of dry and sunny every year, and I...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 2, 2024 | Stories
“The next 30 minutes will change everything!” I shouted, as the vortex whirled and swirled in front of us. We’d created the thing using archaic technology that somehow came together to form a whirlpool of light — purple and pink and orange. We...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 1, 2024 | Stories
“Getting old,” the mountain grumbled. It had been sitting in place for thousands of years. Weather had eroded its face, so that it was pockmarked and worn. Snow capped its head, while trees adorned its feet. “Time to go for a walk,” it rumbled...
by Jim Stitzel | May 30, 2024 | Stories
Please give me a decent choice, I thought, as I walked the path to the crone’s hut. The old hag lived outside the village, an outcast to everyone but herself. But she was known to give choices to those who sought her out, choices that could change your fate,...
by Jim Stitzel | May 28, 2024 | Stories
The day the dragon arrived, our whole concept of government changed. The dragon took up residence in the hills just outside of town. We all saw it fly overhead and land, and there was a general air of concern around town as we didn’t yet know the dragon’s...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 6, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 35 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika pushed forward into the village, her blade a blur of blue, flaming fury. It took several moments for the Lesser Dead to notice her, but as she cut them down, they flocked to her in greater numbers. They...
