My news dip for today: ISIS still wants to rule the world. Some teenager did something beyond stupid, into cruel. Someone that was suppose to love their victim, killed them instead. A few more children are tossed under the wheels of a bus no one wants to ride. And finally our politics are really screwed … Continue reading Are We Afraid to Say ‘Evil’?
Raising a Hero–Chapter 30
It was much cooler outside than it had been in the inn the night before, for which I was thankful. I could feel the heat exhaustion lingering on my limbs and didn’t think I could have made it to the market square if it hadn’t been. Said market square was hardly recognizable once I reached … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 30
He Doesn’t Like Poetry
He doesn't like poetry, because it's all just white noise, emitted by a human heart that was never accurate in the first place. He moves by code, numbers, graphs, and the clever voices arguing politics over the radio. There's no room for what he calls 'sentimentality.' But I am made of poetry, sometimes buzzing just … Continue reading He Doesn’t Like Poetry
Been a Long Week
It's been a long week. Spouse is working and sleeping, unable to do little else, and talk of the nation failing to upkeep the morals and notions held so foundly in the days of our fathers. Children raised with parents who are still little more than children themselves. A world in choas. Rumors of war. … Continue reading Been a Long Week
Raising a Hero–Chapter 29
In the morning I woke up to Gus passed out shirtless on the floor, a bit of drool gleaming at the corner of his mouth. The light peaking through the curtain was gray and I could hear the hushing taps of rain outside. Shivering, I sat up, wondering why my underwear felt so crusty. The … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 29
Dori’s Sheep
My cat is obsessed with killing a stuffed sheep a friend of mine gave my toddler. Not that the little boy cares if his fluffy sheep gets mauled by a zealous gray kitten, but I'm a little concerned for my friend.
Metal Shop
He left behind a metal shop, this man who nature calls my father. All lasers, all tech, all connected via motherboards and towers full of chips. And I can't help but think, this was his. This was his world, where he dreamed, where he created... what? Why do I know so little? If someone were … Continue reading Metal Shop
Raising a Hero–chapter 28
Ah. Holidays. Apparently one of the biggest ones happened right smack dab in the middle of summer, which, to my great dismay, happened to last a whole month longer than the summer on my earth. Apparently, all the seasons lasted an extra month, which meant years here were four months longer. That screwed up my … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 28
Not a Demon
Back in the days when I knew the passion confused boy, we had a story-telling dream. The details didn't seem all that clear to me, as they always are for those starting to believe in their ambitions, but he seemed to have a grasp enough on it to know that, wherever we went, we'd be … Continue reading Not a Demon
More on Social Anxiety
Every other day or so I forget that I don't like people. And say, "why don't I like them?' As I prance into what I believe is a dream of friendship laughter, circles of multicolor happiness, and pink charm. Funny, how it takes the real deal to remind me: I don't like people For the … Continue reading More on Social Anxiety
Author T.S. Lowe 