by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
“They battled high upon the wall walk, pushing and pulling, slashing with their blades, and slinging spells, neither gaining a foothold over the other.” Read the rest at Blessed on Ficly – A better, shorter...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The gate preventing anyone but maintenance workers from reaching the bowels of the sewer system was frozen solid, having rusted in place long ago. Pudge pushed his way through, anyhow, the space being just wide enough to admit entry to his overweight frame. His...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
Drive faster! Rain lashed, wipers slashed, Cort plowed through the pouring rain, the demons of his past – both real and imagined – pursued him close behind. Wind whistled, debris whirled into the road ahead of him, utility poles fell behind him....
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The black cauldron sat in the middle of the room and hissed menacingly as the green sludge within burbled and glurped. The stench emanating from the vile brew was overwhelming, nauseating in its potency, but the witch standing over it seemed not to notice. “Leg of...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
The Lonely Moon gazes down on me, The pale, immortal Son of Night. It wakens the Eternal Sleeper, Who calls to me, and I answer. She walked, barefoot, across a carpet of moss. Her song – soft, haunting – danced on a breath of air, spun through the wood....
