At the temple, Nehcor was more than happy to explain to me how to fix Gus’s problems, as well as to try and chat me up about how his wife was constantly tipping back and forth between shipping me with Roman and Derrick. Today was a Roman day, though, so Nehcor hinted that I should … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 66
The Day My Brain Busts
I whisper to myself jealously that I'll be alright. My body's gone this far. My brain will be the first to shut down, like an engine with just one too many miles. But the rest of me is still fresh. But tomorrow I will be clean. Start at dawn clean the places I have been, … Continue reading The Day My Brain Busts
Raising a Hero–chapter 65
My new bed made me look forward to sleeping at night for a whole new reason besides exhaustion, which over the next few weeks changed from a physical type to a more mental type as I was thrown back into my rusty studying skills. Most of the time was spent tagging along with the surprisingly … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 65
Dry
It's dry and gray outside. I'm dreaming of naps and Monsters, despite knowing the chemicals will induce unrest. There's bumps minute in pain, but satisfying in their defeat covering my forehead with puss. Blink up, dry eyes, to rain? Not yet. Skies here love to tease too much of moisture. Deserts don't do me well. … Continue reading Dry
Earthbound
Tell me why I'm still standing here, head tilted back, mouth open wide, for rain to drown me on open land. I'm clinging for strads of atmosphere, but all it is is air. Tell me whether to stay or go when what I long to do is fly. But even if I were to reach … Continue reading Earthbound
Flower Girl
How is it a gift to be delicate and pleasing when the winds and storms of thine ungentle cares crush me, demanding, yet hating the coarse strength of bark and root? But should I fall, and indeed I may, I know I'll sprout to bloom again in thine sun; delicate, even if you blow me … Continue reading Flower Girl
Raising a Hero–chapter 64
It was me who finally broke the silence. “I’m so sorry about Gus,” I said. “No, it is fine. I understand. Though there are two doors going in and out of the servants room. You can just lock the one that connects your rooms. I did mention that to him, didn’t I?” “Yes, you did.” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 64
I’m Not Strong
I'm not strong. I only yell my hands to still until I reach the lonely corner to curl up and give in to the weakness. I'm not strong. My mind lasted for childhood then broke in motherhood. I demand for sense but it draws blank-- to black. I'm not strong. I wail against the world … Continue reading I’m Not Strong
Raising a Hero–chapter 63
There was already a physician on the estate. Roman explained to me that he never went anywhere without one before I had been healed, as his disease often made him prone to various maladies. Not to mention that sometimes, in his attempts to keep moving (for to stop moving would only allow the overgrowing bones … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 63
Late Nights with Newborns
I reach through the darkness and touch a soft baby arm.
Author T.S. Lowe 