Pretty sure that's a whole pound of poo he left in the shower. And there's an empty bottle of my expensive, velveteen bodywash, I thought I had put out of his reach. But nope, there's the stool to potty train him. That's how. And then there's all the bath toys wallowing in the pits of … Continue reading Poop
My Muse?
"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 My Muse?
Raising a Hero–chapter 23
I was definitely woozy when I got back up, but I insisted that I could work, so I switched places with Hal to keep the façade going and Milly went back to the kitchens, but we needn’t have bothered. Most of the regulars had left, and those who’d seen a bleeding guy were on their … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 23
War Dog Lover
I'm a cat person. Always wanted a cat. Keep trying to convince the dog lover of the house that a cat isn't too bad. Besides, this cat, my cat, is soft, lovable, hugable, purrs at your feet at night, runs into walls, gives you derpy looks-- and then fills the whole house with the smell … Continue reading War Dog Lover
Raising a Hero–chapter 22
“Whoa there, blacksmith.” “Shit, you got yourself good this time.” Most settled with low cusses at the state of him. Derrick’s entire right arm had become a mess of blood and charred, black flesh that crawled up onto his shoulder, where what little of his burnt sleeve remained. His hair on the same side had … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 22
Why Fan Girls Creep Me Out
I'm going to hunt for Seto Kaiba. I'll get an old van painted blue, record a few shows for ol' Youtube. Everyone will want to see if I find Seto Kaiba, or one in kind. I do not care if I'm forty years old, For the sake of Kaiba I will be bold. And when … Continue reading Why Fan Girls Creep Me Out
Is This Mental Illness?
Rationalize the irrational sick brain. It says 'die' tell it 'no.' But a thought is still a thought, both 'die' and 'no,' leaving the heart alone in the chest, craving, craving. Only death really ends it. Now there's a reason. Rationalize that irrational screaming. They'll leave no love no warmth no peace the world's a … Continue reading Is This Mental Illness?
How to Be Wealthy
One day I'll own a car with A/C and a working radio (glory, CD player!) Won't I be wealthy then? One day I'll buy a bagel smothered in cheese without worrying that it'll break the bank. (I really like bagels) Won't I be wealthy then? One day I'll pay my own freaking rent as easy … Continue reading How to Be Wealthy
Raising a Hero–chapter 21
The height of summer came rolling in with a solid week of rain and thunderstorms, followed by a weak of blistering, humid heat. I had never done well in the heat to begin with, and that was with an air-conditioning equipped world. Needless to say, the damp curtains over the windows and wet towel around … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 21
I Don’t Want to Take My Medicine
8I don't want to take my medicine. I want to be able to choose for myself whether I'm frightened or not. But every hour asks me, 'do you think you need your drug?' It's weakness, that little orange bottle, filled with sedatives. I want to be strong. Normal. Have a chance to be proud. Not … Continue reading I Don’t Want to Take My Medicine
Author T.S. Lowe 