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
This is the first chapter of a post-apocalyptic, uh, anthropomorphic story I tried writing. Tiger and Bird by T.S. Lowe Chapter One "Weird we should save her just to have her die." Lei gave Jin a hard look. Jin didn't meet it, preferring the thick, short claws of his bare feet. Round circles of calluses … Continue reading Tiger and Bird
This is just a short little story idea I had that I thought you'd all find amusing. Only 2,000 words long and made up of several scenes that would be part of said story. The Scientist's Guide to Dating a Mummy By T.S. Lowe/LoweFantasy Somewhere in the middle beginning… The lead broke … Continue reading The Scientist’s Guide to Dating a Mummy
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
Inn worker, aka, tavern wench life had its fair share of harassment from the gentry that I had long been expecting. But the first real signs of it didn’t stick themselves out until a few days after mine and Gus’s sobby make up. Namely, it came as a hand on my rear. I swung about … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 7
Milly laughed with a thunk of morning bread dough. “Yes, what are you, Lil’? Angel? Demon? Pedophile?” I didn’t find this amusing at all. “That’s crass, Milly.” “Hey, at least it’s out there now.” “No, it’s not,” I shuddered and looked back to give Gus a pleading look. “I swear I’m not a creep, okay?” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 5
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 