"You do this all the time" he said, frustrated and I laughed. "Saying only half of your thought then stopping the rest from coming out. Don't you know how much that bothers me? I'm so curious..." "Why do you tease me?" He looked peeved, but I knew. "You mean one thing but seem to say … Continue reading Just Going Through the Phases
He speaks that betrayer's truth, dear, that secret that makes me ashamed. Such a simple thing, on short lived event, yet why does it matter so much to me? The betrayer's truth, oh how it stings, I know it full well in all its depths. Yet the final blow is when I realize that he … Continue reading Betrayer’s Truth
For the first time, my weekly (or biweekly, depending on how busy the inn was) visit to the temple was headed by Gus. He woke me up in the morning and almost seemed eager to go, which was…weird. Usually it was like pulling teeth to get him to go to the temple, and he’d inevitably … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 58
This poem was actually published in my local literary journal. It concerns my thoughts while I was in a long-distance relationship. Gal, those suck. You are the sound of Bossa. The ringtone that announces to the world who's talking. My fingers glitch on the small keypad, continueing the conversation in my hand. Keeping you in … Continue reading Text Relationship
I saw from Gus’s point of view as he worked the Inn with Hal that night. I felt the hot, gut twisting unease that kept him wiping his clammy hands on his pants. Saw glimpses of the amused gazes of the regulars with sharp enough ears and quick enough minds to catch what was going … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 57
I returned home later than I thought I would. It had been dark for a while and the streets had been quiet. A quiet drizzle of rain turned every surface to mirrors reflecting the gas streetlights in the noble quarter, the simple candle lit streetlights of the rich quarter, and finally the darkness of the … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 56
I wondered why I didn’t feel more intruded upon. He had essentially gotten the scoop on me without asking my permission, but it wasn’t like it was against the law to ask around about a girl. Though, it could be a lot more than just that depending on his next words. He must have known … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 55
That got me a weird look, and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. “I mean, before I healed it.” I put a hand to my face, which was already heating up. “Scratch that, let’s pretend I didn’t say that. That sounded horrible. I’m glad you’re healed, and you are too.” “…It’s…it’s alright.” An awkward silence … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 54
There was a chandelier dripping with crystals. And walls with those plaster-formed square frame thingies that served as placeholders for paintings. And red carpet all up the stairs made of dark polished wood. And those weird little side-tables whose sole purpose is to hold rich-ass vases all full of fresh flowers—frick, look at all those … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 53
Bite deep to my bones and take breath to tell what taste I possess. Lick wide to gather all the touch so I can be velveteen. Then clutch me hard and desperate, with sight thrown back to fully smell my afterimage: A flash of red and solo.
Author T.S. Lowe 