by Jim Stitzel | Aug 6, 2018 | Stories
This entry is part 13 of 18 in the series The DarkI ran through the tunnels, following the sounds of your laughter as they bounced off the walls around me. The shape of the tunnels played tricks on my ears — every time I thought I was close to catching you, I...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 31, 2018 | General
This morning I had a two-hour intake assessment with Wabash Valley Alliance here in Frankfort. I’m in the middle of transitioning my mental healthcare away from Alpine Clinic in Lafayette to Wabash Valley for insurance reasons (thanks ever so much, Trump), so...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 9, 2018 | General
So today ended up being a mental health day for me, the first since moving, the first since launching my company, the first I’ve needed in quite a while (with one notable exception that I won’t go into just now). Yesterday was a difficult day. It was one...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 5, 2018 | Stories
An adolescent boy, nude but for a spotlessly white loincloth. Great feathered wings sprout from his shoulder blades, so perfectly clean and glorious that anyone who saw them would be instantly blinded. But of course there are none who can. He stands in the middle of...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 22, 2018 | Stories
Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it. It was the dead of night, of course. They never attacked during the day. That was too obvious, and we’d see them coming a mile away — on a cloudless day. (And even on overcast days, they always mysteriously...
