Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Anxiety As a Factor of Gaming
I haven't done any kind of gaming or streaming to Twitch over the last 10 days. It's the longest hiatus I've taken since I started gaming again at the beginning of January. Up until recently, I played something -- usually either Destiny 2 or ARC Raiders -- almost...
Sleep, and the Struggle Thereof
I slept five hours last night. I was expecting seven, but of course my anxiety had other ideas. Do you know what it’s like to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, not yet fully awake but just semi-comatose enough to know that something isn’t right? You hear...
So Much Colorful Trash
I feel like so much colorful trash today. (Yes, there is such a thing as colorful trash. It’s the same as regular trash, just, y’know, brighter. Don’t ask me how it works. I don’t make the rules.) Between sleeping much less than my usual number of hours the last month...
Fiction
The Splice
We've been together ever since the nuclear reactor blew. From a global standpoint, this was a minor explosion. It only wiped out the building it was in and about ten square miles of landscape. Almost everything within the blast radius was obliterated. Almost...
The Kiss
The kiss reminded George of drowning, but that’s what he got for kissing a Lashkin, a sea demon of the Deep. He hadn’t exactly planned to kiss the demon, but when its face was right in front of his, he couldn’t help himself. It must have been some sort of glamor the...
Casual EMP
Hal watched the lights go off across the city. He hadn’t meant to fire off that EMP blast from his fists, but it had happened anyway. And it had been a big blast. Big enough to take out an entire city grid. He didn’t quite understand what had happened. Up until five...