Never thought I'd like being a mom this much. Growing up as the oldest of 11, I got burnt out on kids, more or less. Mom had chronic depression so I often had to watch over my siblings while she struggled just to function. Needless to say, I also got burnt out on babysitting. I … Continue reading Love/Hate Relationship with Kids
Nodding off to the tappity-tap, bobbing with a string-played song, I shake off my chains. The chains that make my stomach hurt, my head buzz, and my heart quaver at what the future could hold. I don't want to give in give up control to the sticky way fear holds tight to me. Hissing, writhing, … Continue reading Tappity-tap
I don’t know how long I sat there, herding excess calcium towards the kidneys, when I realized the calcium starting to clump in the high-pressure nodules of the kidney. They didn’t respond to my magic, rather they became dark dots where my magic couldn’t see into. Nevertheless, I couldn’t leave them there, so I threw … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 62
Take me to the other side of your brain where you're actually honest, and mean to do what you say you'll do, rather than pretending to yourself it's the truth. Take me to the other side of that happy face to what you actually feel and think, whenever you promise and lie, side by side, … Continue reading Take Me to the Other Side
Three weeks into the month, I got the surprise of two letters at once. One from the temple requesting my services as soon as possible, and the second from Romanian (Maybe I should call him by his middle name ‘Lee’? Wasn’t I supposed to call him your highness or something, technically?). Preparations for our arrival … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 61
Each shrine of my art is dedicated to the muse which is you. And each rung of my dreams spools and hinges on your existence. I only started to breathe real air when you stood still to breathe next to me-- perhaps the first to just stand there doing nothing, saying nothing, but just there … Continue reading My Love
Sitting naked at my computer, thinking about you. How strange that so many fear what we have. They call it prison what has freed me more than childhood. A killer of love they call this, which makes me think of you as I sit here naked in front of the screen. Each inch of my … Continue reading Sitting Naked
I'm drowning in my own flesh no man can see me in here. As a woman, I can hardly be found as such in my form, my ball, my world. And yet, a woman I still am weeping and laughing and crying all in my room hidden away within my ghastly suit. I love him. … Continue reading The Girl in Love with Scott Smith
I received back a letter within a day. I guess mail systems work differently for nobility, or at least someone as high up as heir to the duke. He told me it would take a bit of time to set up everything, but that he would send a carriage to pick us up within a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 60
You were right. You're heart only beats, and there's something miswired in your soul. Black as you were, and still are, I remember you. And scratching at the surface with my pen to understand I paint your picture. Every dark color and nasty need. The way you pounded on the ivory keys, fooled to think … Continue reading Paint You Away
Author T.S. Lowe 