His name was Damascus. I thought it was a mouthful, so I christened him the nickname Gus with a kiss on the forehead, as though blessing him with his baptismal name. He’d stared quite a bit then. But, then again, for the first week he had a perpetual stunned look, as though someone had dropped … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 4
Lying Music
Hold on. I'm still waiting for the non-existent past to beat-beat out that song that just doesn't sound real anymore. Not in the airy way of feeling high and-- no, like listening to soft lies, earnestly begging to be forgiven for being lies, and just be believed in. Bumb-bumb-bummer that someone with no heart wrote … Continue reading Lying Music
Identity Theif
A man from India lied to my ear, frankly, to siphon from me American cash for his hard worked living. "Scam," they say in the spirit of the Victorian age, unable to just say "Theif." Cut the connection. Slice the red line. No one safe from the curse of the land. And all their gold … Continue reading Identity Theif
I Live
My breath tastes of green onion. Chai isn't enough to balm the taste. Desk lamps shine on lonely work, and I want to read to be taken away, but the clench the onion brings me back. I ate dinner. I function. I breathe. I live. And it sticks to me like green onion breath, overpowering … Continue reading I Live
Raising a Hero–Chapter 3
I never thought my life had been easy. But, then, I’d never met anyone who thought their life was easy. I was under the general impression that everyone had been broken in one way or another along the way, and it was what we did with that brokenness that defined us. I thought this even … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 3
Raising a Hero–Chapter 2
Our protagonist sets out in her refreshed body in the magical world to find herself a baby to love on!
Raising a Hero–Chapter 1
The second part, but first chapter, into what happened to the roadkill chick with crappy luck in relationships.
Raising a Hero–Prologue
A story for those into reincarnation or isekai when you don't technically believe in reincarnation. In other words, a fantasy of another chance at love and family.
Mama’s Words on Being Cheap
"Things of the world," my Mama says. I remember her singing rock songs of the poor thumping her hand on the roof of my grandma's mini-van, and sipping a refil of Pepsi. "If I can't afford a pop, only then will I be destitute," my Mama says. I remember her bringing a bag of discount … Continue reading Mama’s Words on Being Cheap
I Don’t Sing
Another story idea I had about a homeless girl who can control people with her singing--even kill with it. Found it in the conclaves of my archives. Guess it never really got anywhere, because this little prologue is all there is. The cinnamon roll in his hands had already had all the icing licked off. What a … Continue reading I Don’t Sing
Author T.S. Lowe 