by Jim Stitzel | Feb 10, 2016 | Stories
Night clings to the forest like a shroud. The darkness is nearly absolute, the silhouettes of the trees only just a hair’s-breadth deeper black. The sounds of life are everywhere, however. The chirps of insects and the calls of nocturnal predators. The sounds of...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 27, 2015 | Stories
She is tied to a rack. The ropes at her wrists and ankles dig cruelly into her skin. Her fingers and toes have long since gone numb. She barely notices. This is as it should be. Figures move in the shadows around her, checking her bonds, adjusting her garments,...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 30, 2010 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series GolemRain lashed down on that ravaged plain in furious sheets. The broken earth drank it up through ragged cracks that went down forever. At the center of the plain, a gaping maw of a hole sucked down water in great, sodden...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 24, 2010 | Stories
The albino stood on the platform and dragged the knife down his forearm. Blood ran in scarlet rivulets over his hand, his fingers. It dripped the sidereal pattern of his god onto the wooden planks around his feet. Before him the air shimmered as it struggled to call...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 18, 2010 | Stories
In hindsight, Trista realized she probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep under that tree. – Pus dripped into Trista’s eyes from the multiple infected sores on her scalp. She wanted to wipe it away, but the tree held her fast, pinning her arms to her sides, arms...
