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Jim Stitzel
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Grey mist sails past his face, and it is enough to shake him from his reverie. His mind is sluggish, slow, as though he is awakening from a dream. Perhaps he is, but then he has woken into a nightmare. He looks down at his hands, outstretched before him,…

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You’ve heard the expression, “Everywhere you go, there you are.” Well, I’ve got a variation for you. “Everywhere I go, there you are.” Frankly, I’m getting tired of it. At first I thought it was just me. You know, how you see a familiar face in a crowd,…

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For the last three or four weeks, I’ve been coding away feverishly. This, by itself, is notable. I haven’t had the energy or the mental focus to work on any project like this for so long in a very long time. It’s been exciting and fulfilling to finally…

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“Anything?” Bantu asked. “Gimme a sec,” replied Shari. With a gloved hand she reached into the mist hovering before her, dipping a small test tube into it and filling it as best she could. With the other hand she stoppered it before withdrawing it and…

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I broke, Shattered into a thousand little pieces. And the world broke with me, And around me. Or at least so it seemed. I remained broken for a time, Fragments of myself lying all about, The quiet after a great trauma. But after a time, And little by…

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She heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it. She was oblivious of the carnage she had…

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The forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the sword aloft, the blue raging flames towering…

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With a speed and grace divine, Orthael spun to receive the blow to his shield. His foe held close, as if embracing a lover, hissing wildly. The shadow was humanoid like its puppets, for it too had once been a man. It was a flickering silhuoette of a…

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Orthael was not entirely surprised when the first creature stepped out from behind a tree, not far ahead. It had once been a man, but grossly elongated arms led to a soft rustling from knuckles dragged along the forest floor. A few others joined it,…

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Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness and an acceptance of strength that is not his…
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