I’m sure, once a cloud drifted through asleep on drafts of dreams, warmed by dangerous desert lands where the hungry ground eats clouds for life. But in that brief cool morning, when sun was kind and vicious lands asleep, the fog turned golden, alive in delight that the warm dream could come true.
Tag: creative writing
Summers in Russia and Typhoons
This is the first chapter of another story I wrote. It's kind of fun to read on its own. Or maybe I'm just a narcissist reading my own stories like sniffing my own underwear--which I don't do. Seriously. You sniff your own underwear. Before Beasts, There Were Storms by LoweFantasy Contrary to popular belief, Russia … Continue reading Summers in Russia and Typhoons
Scrape Me Off
Scrape me off till I'm just bone, no muscles left to ache. Leave me limp on somewhere soft and in the sun to bake. Pop my joints, let nothing stick to aggravate or scorn. And when I'm done resting in peace, put me back once more.
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
The Ten Original Thoughts
I was once told by a yoga instructor that every man only has a max of ten original thoughts, with the average being five or six. Every thought can be traced back to those originals, and outside of that we don't get any new thoughts. I've since wondered about my own thoughts and tried to … Continue reading The Ten Original Thoughts
Undrifting Friend
Friend, what have we come to? I think about sending you a gift without knowing if it's even worth it. You speak of friendship, but how is it that I can still mourn when no fissure has broken us apart? Just breathing and sex. I miss you but wonder how on earth you could still … Continue reading Undrifting Friend
When I’ve Reached “There”
What if I did give up? What if I just wrote my stories and put them wherever and forget about getting known or making money? What if I just gave up on making a career out of it? I hate selling things anyways, and I hate marketing even more. If people want my story, I'm … Continue reading When I’ve Reached “There”
Of Mermaids and Diabolical Acne
When I wanted to go straight out with comedy...and a mermaid romance. A long time ago. Chapter One: Of Mermaids, Jumbo Shrimp, and Klingon Honor For once, Jake was truly grateful for his graveyard shift at the aquarium. The day had been horrible as days can be for a kid with zits rivaling leprosy, but … Continue reading Of Mermaids and Diabolical Acne
Copper of Asther
Ah! My nose! It itches! The sun surrounded her like a layer of hot metal. Asther could even taste the metallic taste of heat on the air—delicious air, which she breathed in deep lungfulls. The sandstone crumbled in orange-pink dust beneath her shoes and hands as she crouched with her other sisters, their eyes out … Continue reading Copper of Asther
Of Palest Ebony
Another story idea I played around with for a bit. Probably isn't going to go anywhere. The cell was dark and cool, like a pantry. Unpleasant smells filled it: urine, old body odor, stale food, stale straw—but underneath it all was a tantalizing smell of wet stone and something akin to rain. It was almost … Continue reading Of Palest Ebony
Author T.S. Lowe 