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”
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
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
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
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
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
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
"I will not help you," she said. "You dangle too much on the edge of reality and hope that I'm much too aware of your stupid means." But I already knew I was stupid. Isn't that why I couldn't write tonight? But then again, I never meant her any pink offenses. Even if what I … Continue reading My Muse?
When it rains the slugs come out and eat all my green attempts to be skinny. They need no shells, no fear of claw, for predators hide from the sky when it rains.
When did I stop believing in myself? Was it when I turned my head away-- it seems for just a moment-- from my main work, the little one who bears my eyes, to write? Was it when I looked away from the page and realized I'm not that far from where I started? Was it … Continue reading When Did I Stop Believing?
Author T.S. Lowe 