Here's another story that didn't quite make it to fruition. I thought it would be interesting to write a story about a superhero who saves lives by possessing others. Body Thief By LoweFantasy Prologue I had no interest in living somebody else’s life. I wasn’t the kind of girl who was … Continue reading Body Theif
I ache tonight. Take me down to a cool bed that isn't mine. Dress me up in a different time and call me by a different name, because I ache tonight within my frame, and cannot figure why. I ache tonight. So shroud me beneath ocean colors, seaweed arms to take me whole, and tie … Continue reading I Ache Tonight
Why did you leave? You say it's because the home was a lie, that there is no way to find God, for all ways lead to God, and very few lead to the devil. I say I will not, that I will not leave my Father's path, and you ask "What if it is a … Continue reading Apostate
“—CAN’T, YOU CAN’T! Please, don’t die, don’t die, don’t leave me, no-no-nonono HELP! Someone help! PLEASE! Help me please!!” He had gone white. Whiter than he had been when I’d found him, dying in an alley. But, then, he’d been much dirtier then too. His hands, which had been on the sides of my head … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 13
Covet all within a store known for fragile Chinese wares. Where is your pride now?
His mother's red dress is two sizes too big for me. I wear it anyways, flattered to wear that which was left behind; once well beloved but forgotten, but I cannot sew. And I find I am too fond to put it off: my husband's mother's red dress.
"I will not help you," she said. "You dangle too much on the edge of reality and hope that I'm much too aware of your stupid means." But I already knew I was stupid. Isn't that why I couldn't write tonight? But then again, I never meant her any pink offenses. Even if what I … Continue reading Romancing the Muse
A passel of kids splashed and waded about in the pool of the main square fountain, probably left there by their parents shopping nearby. They looked carefully dressed in well kept clothes, if not rich, and their limbs had proper weight. What arrested my gaze, however, was the smallest, a toddler, wearing nothing but a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 12
I want my ink to be deep and wide that my words should look sure and unmovable, rather than a thin scrabbled mess meant for temporary notes and reminder. Perhaps then I'll have more say more control over what I write and how it moves my world. Perhaps, then, I'll adore those thick inky strokes … Continue reading Deeper Ink
He thinks if he expresses how much he doesn't like me it will stop me from trying to be a good mom. Oh, my precious baby, I ache for the feel of a soft little head beneath my chin, and little fingers clasped about my own. They were my moments to worship you. Little, soft … Continue reading I don’t like you, Mom
Author T.S. Lowe 