by Jim Stitzel | Jul 25, 2010 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe drifted through the cacophony with certain inevitability. Barkers called out their wares along the way. “Seed of life, extracted via rectal cavity!” “Fetal tissue from forced abortion!” “Skullcap of a...
by Jim Stitzel | May 9, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe winds his way through the chaos, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. Such a thing is nigh impossible here. But it hardly bothers him. Here, anonymity is paramount. Finally, he reaches a dark corner...
by Jim Stitzel | May 15, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreThe box rests on a small, round table, perfectly centered on its rough surface. The man who purchased it stands across the room, leaning with one shoulder against the wall, staring at the box without really...
by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreIt is night now, and moonlight pours through the one open window in the room. The moon outside is full, the light it casts bright and rich. Almost the moonbeam reaches the table. Almost it reaches the box....
by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 12 in the series Market of the MacabreHe wastes no time. Already the moonlight has crept across the box, and if he misses this opportunity, it will be weeks before another presents itself. He slips his tongue between his teeth — and bites...
