by Jim Stitzel | Feb 27, 2019 | Stories
He sat before his workbench, looking at his heart lying on the workspace before him. The steel mechanism that sustained his life lay open like a book, hinge at the back, clasp at the front (currently undone), gears and other clockwork mechanisms turning and clicking...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 11, 2018 | Stories
This entry is part 14 of 18 in the series The DarkThe room, if you can call it that, for it was enormous, easily the largest single chamber I’d seen down here in the dark, was a nightmare landscape of chaos. I had to shake my head and blink my eyes several times...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 6, 2018 | Stories
This entry is part 13 of 18 in the series The DarkI ran through the tunnels, following the sounds of your laughter as they bounced off the walls around me. The shape of the tunnels played tricks on my ears — every time I thought I was close to catching you, I...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 5, 2018 | Stories
An adolescent boy, nude but for a spotlessly white loincloth. Great feathered wings sprout from his shoulder blades, so perfectly clean and glorious that anyone who saw them would be instantly blinded. But of course there are none who can. He stands in the middle of...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 22, 2018 | Stories
Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it. It was the dead of night, of course. They never attacked during the day. That was too obvious, and we’d see them coming a mile away — on a cloudless day. (And even on overcast days, they always mysteriously...
by Jim Stitzel | May 1, 2018 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series World Tunnel“Telemetry from the probe has been parsed and analyzed, Captain,” Lady responds. The ship’s voice is a soothing alto, designed to accommodate for the crew as they recover. “The data has...
