by Jim Stitzel | Apr 6, 2016 | Stories
He is a tiny man. Under four feet tiny. Balding pate. Small eyes. Round, tortoiseshell glasses. Tattered brown suit. Nothing to look at, certainly, not that anyone is looking. He glides through the crowd, clearing a path without word or gesture. People move aside for...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 10, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan withdraws his hand, shaking his head. “No,” he says. “This is neither the time nor the place to delve into such remembrances.” He reaches instead into the satchel slung at his side, rummaging through...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 29, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeHe inspects the orb without picking it up. He can feel the memories radiating off the thing already, and he is not ready to delve into them just yet. Unlike nearly everything else in the room, not one mote...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 15, 2013 | General
This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since forgotten what it was — but the stone remembers. The memory whispers...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 10, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeThe shelter calls out to Eifan, and he is drawn toward it. A cool breeze blows in off the sea and with it a hint of a voice, as if a vapor. Almost that voice entices him away from his explorations, but he...
