by Jim Stitzel | Sep 13, 2013 | Stories
She accosted him on the sidewalk, as he was loading the last of his gear into the truck. He had just come from a client’s house, the last job of the day. He was loading his backpack sprayer when she slammed into him, nearly knocking him off his feet. She was...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 12, 2013 | Stories
She leans against the sink and stares at the message scrawled in the dust on the mirror. Thank god it’s just dust this time, and not blood. Her arms and thighs are criss-crossed with the scissored scars of past blood-lettings. She breathes deeply, heavily, though...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 29, 2012 | Asides
Seven for a Secret. The writing’s kind of rough in places — awkward phrasing, changes of tense, etc. — but I kinda love this. Disney’s princesses with a dark twist.
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...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 9, 2012 | Stories
Dear Daddy, I can still feel the hole inside the day you left. It pains me greatly every day. Sometimes I double over and wish to die, the agony is so great. I don’t know why you did what you did, only that somehow I must have been the cause. Why else would you have...
