by Jim Stitzel | Jul 15, 2024 | Stories
No one was surprised when it happened. But the would-be assassin flew backward out the castle window, scattering shards of glass through the air. He landed on the ground roughly, and it was a moment before he could stand back up. Meanwhile, a figure appeared at the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 12, 2024 | Stories
Shadows. Little threads of nightmare silk play against the wall of the nursery before they coalesce into fine, delicate fingers not unlike a Black Widow’s legs. These threads, these fingers are chased by thin arms, equally delicate, equally long. Then the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 11, 2024 | Stories
The little witch, for she was, indeed, very wee, chased after the chipmunk across the forest floor. “Why did you steal from me?” she asked the chipmunk, once she caught up to it burrowing into its den at the base of a massive oak tree. “I didn’t mean to,” it mumbled,...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 29, 2024 | Stories
A floating island, maybe 50 feet across. It hangs inside a light shroud of mist. On the island, a lone tree, 80 feet tall and in full flower. Pink cherry blossoms, or something of the kind. Around the island, three moons orbit at various distances. From the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 27, 2024 | Stories
They entered the basement of the old theatre. It was dark, damp, and musty. The place had been abandoned for years and so was in a profound state of disrepair. They flicked on their flashlights, beaming them across the floor, the walls, the ceiling. Water puddled in...
