Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
A Shift In Dreaming, Wafted In On a Gentle Breeze
I appear suddenly in a crowd of people. Initially, they are all blurry, without faces. I am confused, unsure of where I am. However, I know immediately that I’m outside, standing on a paved brick sidewa- no, a courtyard! There are some booths set up around the area,...
Sin Is a Fabrication
One of the most profound moments in my spiritual journey was the moment I realized I no longer believe in the concept of sin. About seven years ago, I was lying in bed, trying unsuccessfully to find my way to sleep because I was wrestling with guilt over some trivial...
That Time I Tried to Reclaim My Faith
Right after my first hospitalization and subsequent separation from my ex-wife in 2016, I made an attempt to reclaim my former faith. Up to this point, I had been a reluctant atheist, and I was still struggling through the ramifications of my lost faith, my lost sense...
Fiction
Come This Far
The engines were down. Again. The Maritime Law had been adrift in space for several hours now, the latest in a series of malfunctions to the ship. Aston was at his wit’s end trying to solve the problem. “Malcolm, what’s our current position?” he called out. The...
The Key
The key didn't work. Which was confusing because he'd made the thing himself, and it had worked the first few times he'd used it. The keyhole in the back of her head hadn't changed. He was sure of that. But then, he was sure the key would still work, too, and it now...
Spawn
The children were shocked. Literally. The bolt of electricity that ran through them should have killed them all. But these children were no ordinary children. They were the children of a demon. Their systems were overloaded, yes, but they were also turbocharged. Their...