Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
The Reality of Disconnection
Several years ago, I was a fairly prolific writer. Long thoughts, short thoughts, essays and articles and stories. All came pouring out from my fingertips almost in a flood. There was some ebb and flow, of course, but overall I was pretty consistent in my output. I...
Vibrations
I swim in a sea of perpetual motion, swaying back and forth in time with an invisible tide that originates from within my own body. My heart beats to a rhythm both unseen and unknowable, and I feel my vision blur in and out repeatedly as each pulse thrums throughout...
Christmas Cheerless
I'm sitting here, cup of coffee in hand -- slowly cooling -- Christmas music playing in the background on my Alexa Echo device. My kids are playing Minecraft, begging for my attention every few minutes to show me something new they've built or some new thing their...
Fiction
Grim Fury
Malika pushed forward into the village, her blade a blur of blue, flaming fury. It took several moments for the Lesser Dead to notice her, but as she cut them down, they flocked to her in greater numbers.
Grim Destruction
Malika took the creature’s arms in two quick strokes, toying with the monster in an almost vindictive manner. Then she followed it up with a blindingly fast sweep, lopping the deathless’ head from its shoulders, banishing it back to Ashmar.
Duty and Death
Orthael had seen more than enough of the Dead for one lifetime by the time he had left the paladins for the quiet contemplation of a vicarage. It had been a blessing and joy to focus his mind anew on the sacred duties of sermon and visitation.