I wrote this for an assignment in college. I was enamored with the story of Boudica and wanted to do something with her. I don't think I did very well, for my creative writing professor just sighed and gave it a B minus. Or was it a C plus? Frankly, my whole experience with him … Continue reading The Excalibur Queen
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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
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
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
Scraps of Wings
Just a scene I wrote for fun for some future story of mine a loooong while back. Uber melodramatic. Got some action and blood in it too. Yay. All the giggles and mocking. Wings stretched high to the eye-tearing blue sky with feathers as white as the clouds. He reached for the sky with his … Continue reading Scraps of Wings
Daughter of a God
Mother always told me I was the daughter of a god. Uncle Ree always told me what a shame it was that she was a crazy whore, for mother was beautiful. If Uncle Haputt ever heard, I was sure to hear the scrabble of their fighting on the roof. He didn’t like it when Uncle … Continue reading Daughter of a God
Track Worms
Back when I was 17, after I had just moved in with the father I barely knew, I would go running in the mornings during the free hour in-between the 6am Seminary and school. I'd pull on my old dance pants, my sports bra, and an old gym shirt and run around the track in … Continue reading Track Worms
Grease in Zion
Another one of my short story ideas that helped in the fruition of another story. I like to say it's of a 'grease punk' genre, whether that exists or not. It basically has to do with a modern day slave who works in large boiler rooms like the one I use to work in college, … Continue reading Grease in Zion
Catskin
Catskin By T.S. Lowe Chapter 1: Athena Goddess Athena wanted a brother more than anything else. "But you do have a brother," said her favorite maid, whose disfigured face and body betrayed the kind soul underneath. "What? Where?" Her five year old mind couldn't quite get to the question of, if she had a … Continue reading Catskin
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