Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
A Visitation
I am lying in my bed, on my back looking up at the ceiling. The covers are pulled up to my chest, and I am struggling in vain to find my way to sleep. The crack on the ceiling is currently holding my attention, and I am wondering how it got there. But as I watch that...
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...
Fiction
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...
Stormy Weather
The wind howls outside my bedroom window. A tree branch, swaying in the wind, raps against the glass, tck tcking in an irregular rhythm. There are voices in that tempest, voices that I can just barely make out. They speak to me of times long past, of errors made and...