You make me queasy. You make me long to sleep the day away and never leave this quilted, padded hole, where no one can find me. You make me hurt. You make me dream of jamming screw drivers to my broken brain to dig out the part that malfunctions, no matter how necessary, so I … Continue reading We Manage Us
One Day I Won’t Be Tired
One day I'll wake up. In a time when I figure out the perfect blend of drugs, the perfect ritual, the perfect layout of blankets, softness, pose, pillows, position of stars I'll wake up when I mean to and not fall back asleep, and the rest of the day will be open without trace or … Continue reading One Day I Won’t Be Tired
Raising a Hero–Chapter 17
My original plan of saving up for a house with the earnings I got from the inn was proving to be a bust. Since room and board were already included in my pay, what Hal could spare outside that, while not slave’s pay, wasn’t substantial enough to get me a place of my own anytime … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 17
Cats and Colds
Sometimes I like to pretend my cat has feelings for me. Maybe it's because my cranium spouts mucous like the blowhole of a whale, and that, for some reason makes me yearn for feline affection. But colds aren't so bad. At least it isn't getting close and personal to the way God designed your innards … Continue reading Cats and Colds
Tell Me I’m Alive
Tell me I am the amber gold of your fallen leaves, the ones not found and pressed between your pages. Tell me I am the winter fog reminding your lungs that there's such a thing as breathing under water. Tell me I am the green musk of your budding arms reaching to a warming sky; … Continue reading Tell Me I’m Alive
Raising a Hero–Chapter 16
We decided to practice at night. Only made sense. We still had to learn to read and write too. Even so, I read the section ahead of time during short breaks inbetween serving that night. Part of it was next to Derrick, who invited me to sit with him during a lull so he could … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 16
When Did I Stop Believing?
When did I stop believing in myself? Was it when I turned my head away-- it seems for just a moment-- from my main work, the little one who bears my eyes, to write? Was it when I looked away from the page and realized I'm not that far from where I started? Was it … Continue reading When Did I Stop Believing?
Raising a Hero–Chapter 15
Hal brought me breakfast in bed the next morning. It took quite a bit of maneuvering to extract myself from Gus’s arms, though he ended up waking up anyway. He slunk out of the room with his pants and vest, one of the dapper sets I’d gotten him while in town, mumbling something about splashing … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 15
To Worship
If He came down to me I would happily call him Lord, my God, because of love, not because of any made up idea of religious fervor. How can I not call Lord the One who made it worth it to suffer as I do? The one who made it so I'm meant for something … Continue reading To Worship
The Scientist’s Guide to Dating a Mummy
This is just a short little story idea I had that I thought you'd all find amusing. Only 2,000 words long and made up of several scenes that would be part of said story. The Scientist's Guide to Dating a Mummy By T.S. Lowe/LoweFantasy Somewhere in the middle beginning… The lead broke … Continue reading The Scientist’s Guide to Dating a Mummy
Author T.S. Lowe 