by Jim Stitzel | Jun 24, 2026 | General
I am lying in my bed, on my back looking up at the ceiling. The covers are pulled up to my chest, and I am struggling in vain to find my way to sleep. The crack on the ceiling is currently holding my attention, and I am wondering how it got there. But as I watch that...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 24, 2017 | Stories
“There is blood in the rain,” stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. “What do you mean, sire?” Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him....
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 story.
