Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Sleep, and the Struggle Thereof
I slept five hours last night. I was expecting seven, but of course my anxiety had other ideas. Do you know what it’s like to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, not yet fully awake but just semi-comatose enough to know that something isn’t right? You hear...
So Much Colorful Trash
I feel like so much colorful trash today. (Yes, there is such a thing as colorful trash. It’s the same as regular trash, just, y’know, brighter. Don’t ask me how it works. I don’t make the rules.) Between sleeping much less than my usual number of hours the last month...
The Types of Dreams I’ve Had the Past Few Years
(Content warning: discussion of death and dreams of bullying and violent behavior) I don’t understand my sleeping mind. I can’t remember the last time I had a true nightmare. But for a number of years now, the kinds of dreams I have feature situations and scenarios...
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...