You make me tired. Maybe one day I'll get all you and you to stand still so I can breathe and figure out where my mind is kept. But for now, you are tearing aqua marine, a sky swallowing me, because I can't stop thinking, I can't get the trees to just stop and look at me. … Continue reading To Stop You
Raising a Hero–Chapter 14
In the dim of what light made it around the curtains of the window, such as the few streetlamps and stars, I could make out the shape of Gus’s face looking back at me in the dark. “Are you doing better?” I asked, just above a whisper, for that’s all that was needed when we … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 14
Love is Not a Boat
I don't like you. Yet how commonly is my adoration called upon to sooth your troubled waters. You set sail without me, and I'm happy. I wanted no life on turbulant seas, but why do you call? Echo for me to give you--not a life line. Not another boat or to call the life guard, … Continue reading Love is Not a Boat
Body Theif
Here's another story that didn't quite make it to fruition. I thought it would be interesting to write a story about a superhero who saves lives by possessing others. Body Thief By LoweFantasy Prologue I had no interest in living somebody else’s life. I wasn’t the kind of girl who was … Continue reading Body Theif
I Ache Tonight
I ache tonight. Take me down to a cool bed that isn't mine. Dress me up in a different time and call me by a different name, because I ache tonight within my frame, and cannot figure why. I ache tonight. So shroud me beneath ocean colors, seaweed arms to take me whole, and tie … Continue reading I Ache Tonight
Apostate
Why did you leave? You say it's because the home was a lie, that there is no way to find God, for all ways lead to God, and very few lead to the devil. I say I will not, that I will not leave my Father's path, and you ask "What if it is a … Continue reading Apostate
Raising a Hero–Chapter 13
“—CAN’T, YOU CAN’T! Please, don’t die, don’t die, don’t leave me, no-no-nonono HELP! Someone help! PLEASE! Help me please!!” He had gone white. Whiter than he had been when I’d found him, dying in an alley. But, then, he’d been much dirtier then too. His hands, which had been on the sides of my head … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 13
Sin of Covet
Covet all within a store known for fragile Chinese wares. Where is your pride now?
His Mother’s Red Dress
His mother's red dress is two sizes too big for me. I wear it anyways, flattered to wear that which was left behind; once well beloved but forgotten, but I cannot sew. And I find I am too fond to put it off: my husband's mother's red dress.
Romancing the 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 Romancing the Muse
Author T.S. Lowe 