by Jim Stitzel | Jan 24, 2018 | Stories
I am a dead man walking. That’s not a metaphor, not a promise of a future event the way you usually think of it. I really am dead — and have been for some time now. I walk the streets of this city. I pass by people on the sidewalk, and they instinctively...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 10, 2018 | Stories
“Explain what I’m looking at.” “Timestream 8496775816-AQZ-25.13.4. We pulled it from yesterday’s archives when it was flagged anomolous.” “Meaning?” “Look here. Grid 117, Segment 16, Node 135. See that...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 3, 2018 | Stories
He trudged through the sand, up and over great dunes of the stuff, while the wind blasted him with even more of the fine grains. Visibility was shit, and he walked more by instinct than anything. He’d long ago lost his way. The gale-force storm did nothing to...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 2, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 18 in the series The DarkAt some point the redolent scent of moisture reached our noses, clinging to the air around us. Soon, it became apparent why. We reached a section of tunnel that was damp and cool, moist with condensation that was...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 2, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 18 in the series The DarkWe traveled again, the tunnel growing narrower and wider at sporadic intervals. At times we were able to walk side-by-side. At others we were forced to move one behind the other, and when we did, we each took turns...
