Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Daily Routine – Grinding for XP
I got up this morning, took my meds like I'm supposed to, ate breakfast because my meds require it, started a load of laundry since it's that time in the week again. It's been a week since I started sleep treatments with my CPAP, and it's clear they have made a...
If I Can Do This
There are days when you wake up with your brain already lying to you, when the regret and the pain and the hurt pile up on you so badly that you find it hard to draw breath, when every bit of your energy and attention is devoted exclusively to counteracting the power...
Here I Sit, Me In My Little Hidey-Hole
It's 9:30AM, and the day has started without me. I'm ok with this. I woke this morning feeling lonely and alone, as I often do, after another long night of dreams that refuse to allow me to get any kind of proper rest. I grudgingly ate breakfast, not because I was...
Fiction
The Breakup Letter
I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry, but I think we both knew this was coming. I just don't feel we're compatible anymore, not since you went you into your cocoon and metamorphosed into whatever it is you are now. I'm human. You're... not. At least not anymore. I was...
Pocket Dimension
Where had she put her reading glasses? Had she put them into her pocket dimension without thinking and then forgotten about it? She raised her left hand and waggled her fingers. A small portal no larger than a grapefruit opened up before her. It sparkled around the...
The Room
The light pooled into the room for the first time. The room itself had been conceived by an alien race in the heart of a black hole. Then it was harvested, like a fruit, from that black hole, a feat once thought impossible. The room was then taken to a space station...