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 13, 2024 | Stories
It was the sixth day of the heatwave. It was so hot you could see the air rippling and warping as the sun baked off the moisture from the ground and the air. No life could be seen anywhere, except for the buzzards whirling and twirling high up in the sky looking for...
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 | Jul 10, 2024 | Stories
Angel wings play across my ceiling while I lie in bed trying to fall asleep. Shadowy, feathery figures that flit and float across the surface, as if moved by an unseen breeze. They sway, back and forth, and I am mesmerized. They speak to me, low whispers of angelic...
