by Jim Stitzel | Jul 15, 2017 | Stories
Captain Adriana Milosovic felt the deck tremble beneath her feet. It was subtle, barely even there at all, and yet it was enough that her senses came to high alert. She glanced around the bridge at her crew, but they were all engaged in their own tasks. No one else...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 15, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreThe Priest lifts the lid away from the box and sets it to the side. The smoke inside the box swirls before him like an angry storm but remains in place for the moment. He dips a finger into the smoke,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 2, 2017 | Stories
He can see her there, standing just on the other side of the glass. She’s next to him, of course, there but not here. He can reach out with a hand and touch her shoulder. She smiles at him. Warm. Affectionate. But also sad. Because he is not truly there. Only...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 1, 2017 | Stories
The wind gusted across the dusty peak, nearly knocking Zachariah off his feet. He pulled his weathered duster closer around him and pulled his hat down further over his eyes in a vain attempt to keep blowing debris out of his eyes. The townsmen had said the climb...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreHe unfolds the cloth first, revealing the medallion hidden within. The face that peers back is profane and vulgar, but it is not unknown to him. It is the sigil of a creature whose existence has long...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 3, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreOne of the merchants produces the sigil, wrapped in cloth, from an inner pocket of his robe, and sets it in the Priest’s waiting hand. The box follows immediately. Wisps of smoky vapor puff upward...
