Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Seven Hours In An Emergency Room
I stand in the waiting are of a local emergency room, stand because I cannot bear to sit, cannot bear to hold still. I’m on day four of Panic Attack #ItDoesn’tEvenMatter, and I can barely hold myself together. I’m at the emergency room because I need relief, because it’s a month out before I’ll get to see my new psychiatrist, because I can’t afford to wait that long, because the anxiety is cutting into my ability to function and I NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!!!
Beasts versus Monsters
Sometimes the beasts of my heart are unable to overcome the monsters of my mind.
On Change, Changes, and Changing
I’ve begun to pack up my apartment. I have a pile of broken down boxes, a couple of rolls of packaging tape, and rooms full of odds and ends I’ve picked up over the last year-and-a-half that need to be packed away. Because, as with so many things in life, it’s time for another change.
Fiction
Weight and Depth
Judgement shifted in his slackening grip, causing Orthael to clench his fist with a hundred battles’ worth of instinct and experience. The point dipped, causing golden droplets of fire to drip down to briefly illuminate the forest floor before disappearing without a worldly trace.
Grim Focus
Malika strode with purpose back toward the ruin of her village, caring little whether or not the holy man Orthael followed. She would complete her task, with his help or without it. It mattered not to her which way the work at hand was done.
That Which Is Given
As silently as the High Angel before it, Judgement whispered echoes of its past to Orthael. There had been many who had made similar vows in a time long before, when the Dead had arisen in such numbers that the darkness had very much threatened to overwhelm the light.
