by Jim Stitzel | Mar 5, 2010 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series AvaBeth stood on the knoll and gazed at the broken city some seven miles distant. The voice on the city’s public broadcast system was audible, even from here, but distance diluted it such that it merely caused Beth a mild...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 2, 2010 | Stories
“What do you think’s in there, Rob?” “No idea, Finn. Juice, most likely.” “Juice?” “Sure, you know, electricity. Stuff’ll juice you, sure as I’m standing here, if you touch it. Knock you flat, leave your hair all sparkly and curled and smelling like something that...
