Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Postmortem: Three Weeks Without Facebook
It's been just about three weeks now since I decided to take a break of indeterminate length from Facebook. A couple of people have asked me how it's going and admitted they probably should do something similar because they always find themselves going to their phones...
Sleepus Interruptus
I can't remember the last time I had a regular, steady sleep rhythm. At the least it's been months. At most it's been several years. I know that at least one contributing factor is my ongoing battle with anxiety, though it's been a few weeks since the last time I woke...
Screaming Into the Void
I had another emotional breakdown yesterday. The second in less than a month. This one was less externally dramatic than the last one but no less painful and traumatizing. Two things, though, about this one were different. 1. I only know part of the trigger. Generally...
Fiction
Boats
The boats on the river. Each is adorned with a unique array of finery, showing off the arts and skills of the designers that decorated it. One boat is a forest scene, complete with lifelike woodland animals. Another is a field, with crops growing in rows. Still...
Spirits in the Fields
Beware the cornfields. Sinister spirits flock there at night, barely luminous among the stalks and leaves. They have faces of women, eyes bleeding pungent tears, teeth like knives. Their bodies are phantoms, tapering off until there is nothing there. They look out at...
Monster
It is an abomination. A creature straight out of nightmare. It has the head and body of a cat, the tail of a scorpion, legs of a spider, and claws like a lobster. It skitters across the ceiling of the ancient, buried temple, seemingly unaware of gravity. There is very...