What do I do now, Father? The die's been cast the game now bought and the red numbers higher than ever, while I, here, have no hands-on in controlling the flow of money. Blank, hard, cold cash. It hurts the lack thereof, but hurts more than I even want it at all. There is no … Continue reading Wake Me Up When I’m Smarter
I want to howl for the pain, strip down to all fours, bristle and fang, yowl like the dying for at least there's an end to that. I want to tear skin and flesh built over the years the cover the original me. The me who danced in summer rain, napped beneath swamp coolers, and … Continue reading I Want to Howl
Gus and I did our best to go back to normal, and it worked for the most part. There was still a pane of awkwardness between us, like a window we wouldn’t touch for fear our fingers would smear it or we’d break it. But the feelings were still the same. My mission in this … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 51
He, the great who knows he is great, takes his time with sturdy shoes and a shop full of the world's next wonders carving for himself a legacy that he knows is a legacy. So many hate him for knowing it. He, the rich, who only speaks not of it because, to him, there's a … Continue reading About Father
Merry Christmas to my Beloved Readers! 3/3 The west gates to the city were open wide, as they always were. Mist’s hooves rang loudly on the stone streets.The lights in the inn were bright and warm when we arrived. I directed Miurian to the back door, which, thankfully, Mist was just small enough to pass … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 50
Merry Christmas my Beloved Readers! 2/3 I didn’t stop walking until I reached the forest. By then the sun had set and the navy of night was just slurping up the last of gray evening. The trees seemed just as welcoming as they had been when I had first woken up here, though I doubted … Continue reading Raising a Hero-chapter 49
Merry Christmas my beloved readers! 1/3 Gus wasn’t happy this time either. “What was there to think about? Just ask him for money, loads of it, enough to set us up for life.” “Because money is something that can easily be stolen from you. I was thinking it might be better to invest in skills … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 48
Since today is my first little boy's birthday, I thought I'd post something up about when he was a baby. Oh, how he became my muse. A fuzzy owl by his cheek, a partner on the other. he stares up, oblivious, then feels their triangle ears. Milk? No. Soft thing? "Owls!" he seems to yell … Continue reading Two Months Old
She told me to call him Father, because my real Daddy had abandoned me long ago. And she said this with her new husband in the room. Father didn't like me. Said I didn't know respect, though, to this day, I've never been able to peice together what made up his needed respect. She told … Continue reading My Second Step-Father
Quiet, now. For once your fears or discomfort are whistled to, he shall deny them. But they shan't dissolve. So whisper to the darkness that something's wrong and let it echo back. Or perhaps the abyss will swallow it. So hush. For if wrong's swallowed you'll want it too, you'll lean over. But should someone … Continue reading Whisper
Author T.S. Lowe 