by Jim Stitzel | Sep 9, 2013 | Stories
I saw a shadow man today, tracking me through the corn. It kept its distance, for which I was grateful, but it moved when I moved, stepped where I stepped, stumbled when I stumbled. It stayed with me for some time before I stopped and turned to face it. Hey, there,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 30, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series The Ruin of ShorelockeEifan Craille stands quietly in the ruins of the old town, leaning heavily on his staff. He is tired, weary from his long journey, but he has come too far to rest now. He permits himself several deep...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 17, 2012 | Stories
Germaine Ashencloake surveyed the wreckage of the room before him. Dozens of tiny figurines lay in shattered ruins across the floor. From what he could observe, each was unique. Germaine shook his head. A woodcarver carving in bone and ivory. Such things were simply...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 13, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series GolemAir _whooshed_ in and out of the titan’s lungs like enormous bellows. The sound flowed through the mountainous cavern with a sonorous resonance that would have entranced any mere mortal. Each breath built on and amplified...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 9, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series GolemHe walks slowly, each lumbering stride carrying him a dozen leagues. Entire villages are crushed beneath his feet; whole nations are shaken by his passing. He cares not one whit. He strides through them like they are grass....
