Oh. Right. Magic. This world had magic. Since I already looked like a complete noob socially, I took time to read the pretty book brother Nehcor had given me during my breaks. You think I could before bed, but damn if I wasn’t tired as the dead every single night. A day of hard work … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 9
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Raising A Hero–Chapter 8
I woke up in the morning with stiff, red hands, not quite blistering, but raw red as though I scraped my palms against the asphalt and twice as painful. Milly tittered quite a bit, but seemed to sense my embarrassment, for she didn’t say anything as she smoothed an herb and lard balm over my … Continue reading Raising A Hero–Chapter 8
Raising a Hero–Chapter 7
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
Raising a Hero–Chapter 4
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
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.
When Fallen, Look Up
Blasted, stupid rain. It wasn't like he was against rain. Cloudy days gave his inner emo all sorts of happy fits, and his inner romantic, his emo's twin, wanted to look up all wet and sexy into the sky for girls to see. But today of all days—today of all freaking days. “Um...Lee?” “Shut up.” … Continue reading When Fallen, Look Up
Author T.S. Lowe 