by Jim Stitzel | Oct 11, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 18 in the series The DarkThe Watchers tell me you departed some time ago, that you walked into the tunnel by yourself armed with nothing but your pack, walking stick, and a lantern. An incredible risk, if you ask me, given what we both know...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 3, 2017 | Stories
I laid on my back on the forest floor, the deadfall beneath me striving vainly to push me closer to the sky. Perched above me a black raven rested on a branch, peering intently down at me, just as it had for the last two hours. The creature never moved, never blinked,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 15, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreThe Priest lifts the lid away from the box and sets it to the side. The smoke inside the box swirls before him like an angry storm but remains in place for the moment. He dips a finger into the smoke,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 2, 2017 | Stories
He can see her there, standing just on the other side of the glass. She’s next to him, of course, there but not here. He can reach out with a hand and touch her shoulder. She smiles at him. Warm. Affectionate. But also sad. Because he is not truly there. Only...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreHe unfolds the cloth first, revealing the medallion hidden within. The face that peers back is profane and vulgar, but it is not unknown to him. It is the sigil of a creature whose existence has long...
