Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Winter Is the Mean Kid On the Street
I'm convinced at this point that Winter is the bully in the neighborhood. And by 'neighborhood' I mean North America. And by 'bully' I mean the kid who's happy to knock you down by throwing a rock at your head and then kick you in the ribs while you're still screaming...
Rules versus Laws and the Breaking Thereof
So, back in November I posted this thought for the day: There is a significant difference between breaking the rules and breaking the law. One is a key factor in progress and innovation; the other is a breach of morality and trust. I deliberately didn't provide any...
Holiday Flash Fiction
This morning I submitted a piece to the Merry Little Apex Christmas Flash Fiction Contest. It's something I've been meaning to do for a couple of weeks, but between the end of NaNoWriMo, Thanksgiving, and the early December chaos of wrapping up the semester and adding...
Fiction
Rebirth by Flame
Malika was suddenly overwhelmed by the cleansing intent and purity of Flame. It flowed through and over her like an all-consuming heat — and as it did, it drew much of the pain and fury from her slight frame.
Burning Coals
They fought on. Orthael gave ground again and again, knowing that he could not – would not – strike her. She threw him a dangerously open slice, daring him to show her that Fire destroyed without meaning or mercy. But that was not the case. He caught her blade in his shield hand.
Blazing Sparks
Orthael felt her blow crash into his guard with a stunning violence. He spun to deliver a pommel strike and felt her duck under him before his shield caught two quick blows.