by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe weapons bay is a shambles. Steamer trunks are strewn about the floor. Many are broken, lids gaping wide. Most of the trunks are empty, the ordnance they once carried having long been delivered to...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red dust and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft wanders the sky aimlessly, the shifting air...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 12, 2012 | Stories
Grotesque. That was the only word Georgette could think of to describe the mountain of a man standing before her. The blacksmith-turned-airship-captain was a disfigured hulk, made all the more repulsive by the stub that was all that remained of his left arm. But she...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 12, 2012 | General
Some of the fiction I have archived here under my Stories category originated as part of a project several years ago called The Curveball Conspiracy. Curveball was then hosted on an older form of Blogger before Google acquired it, and it was the brain-child of one...
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...
