by Jim Stitzel | Nov 14, 2012 | Stories
Slitherin’, slimy, goopy and grimy, up it comes from the muck. Tentacles waving, bottomless cravings, it drags her into the guck. [Originally posted at Ficly]
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 13, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series GolemAir _whooshed_ in and out of the titan’s lungs like enormous bellows. The sound flowed through the mountainous cavern with a sonorous resonance that would have entranced any mere mortal. Each breath built on and amplified...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 8, 2012 | Stories
“How was it?” Marcus asked, as Mara slipped out of the pilot’s seat. “Awesome!” she replied. Her grin was dazzling. “But this overdrive is insane! I actually had to keep my foot on the brake just to keep from losing control.” He laughed. “I know, right?” Mara’s grin...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe weapons bay is a shambles. Steamer trunks are strewn about the floor. Many are broken, lids gaping wide. Most of the trunks are empty, the ordnance they once carried having long been delivered to...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red dust and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft wanders the sky aimlessly, the shifting air...
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...
