I had known dark magic was essentially treated like devil’s magic. From what Gus had told me and what little I heard (no one talked about dark magic if they didn’t have to), many liked to pretend it didn’t exist, even while not denying that it did. Because of that, I’d never actually seen what … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 37
Undrifting Friend
Friend, what have we come to? I think about sending you a gift without knowing if it's even worth it. You speak of friendship, but how is it that I can still mourn when no fissure has broken us apart? Just breathing and sex. I miss you but wonder how on earth you could still … Continue reading Undrifting Friend
When I’ve Reached “There”
What if I did give up? What if I just wrote my stories and put them wherever and forget about getting known or making money? What if I just gave up on making a career out of it? I hate selling things anyways, and I hate marketing even more. If people want my story, I'm … Continue reading When I’ve Reached “There”
Raising a Hero–Chapter 36
When I finally got to the temple, Nehcor’s voice in my mind didn’t sound upset. He explained that he had told me to keep it quiet for as long as possible so as to slow down the timeline of his plan. ‘Things will be picking up now,’ he said. ‘That’s all. Though, still, you probably … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 36
Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Raising a three-year-old, and children in general I suspect, is a lot like having an unmedicated bi-polar disorder. One minute you're filled to the brim with warm, fuzzy love that would throw you in front of a semi-truck for the sake of this child. The next, you're the semi-truck out to coat your grill in … Continue reading Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Crunching Pride
Just writing up my list and crunching the numbers that mama says won't change for the next twenty years, so get comfortable. She might as well have said: "You'll always be poor, sweetheart, and we all know there ain't no charm in it." Bread winner training for a job his own sick brain won't let … Continue reading Crunching Pride
Raising a Hero–chapter 35
…Sloppy. Sloppy sloppy, god. But, he still had given me a ‘commandment’ so that meant I had to listen through to it to the end. “You know how weird that sounds?” I said. Gus averted his eyes, rubbing a hand on his upper arm. “You know I can tell when you lie, right? Even if … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 35
Shh. I’m a Bigot.
The world applauds. A mass, a great multitude, millions upon millions clapping, cheering An ocean coming to eat me whole. They've gotten their way through the bigots infecting their nation. Free love for all. Men and men, women and women, can love without prejudice of the law. Bigots... It feels so odd to be staring … Continue reading Shh. I’m a Bigot.
I’m Freaking Tired
I'm tired. Don't tell me to be productive, don't tell me to be successful, don't even tell me I'm wasting my time. I know I am. But I'm freaking tired, so just hand me that remote, TV, Xbox, or otherwise, and let me rot here on this couch like every other loser in this country. … Continue reading I’m Freaking Tired
Raising a Hero–chapter 34
Blessed Fall. Glorious Fall. I could go on and on in praises. So many great things came, I couldn’t stop counting them. First, no more passing out from heat for me! Second, food! Oh gawl, the food was great. The harvest festival was all about food, and then it just kept going. Fresh off the … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 34
Author T.S. Lowe 