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
Tag: writing
Body Theif
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
Deeper Ink
I want my ink to be deep and wide that my words should look sure and unmovable, rather than a thin scrabbled mess meant for temporary notes and reminder. Perhaps then I'll have more say more control over what I write and how it moves my world. Perhaps, then, I'll adore those thick inky strokes … Continue reading Deeper Ink
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
Anxiety Doesn’t Care About Stories
Grasping at straws broken plastic cutting the divinating creases of my palm. Tell me live long and may your future be devoid of vomit. Crack open my skull, and peel back the membrane crushing me. I'm seeing. Hallucinating. What's real? You are real, but am I? Nails, through my ears Temples, where God waits on … Continue reading Anxiety Doesn’t Care About Stories
Raising a Hero–Chapter 1
The second part, but first chapter, into what happened to the roadkill chick with crappy luck in relationships.
Raising a Hero–Prologue
A story for those into reincarnation or isekai when you don't technically believe in reincarnation. In other words, a fantasy of another chance at love and family.
I Don’t Sing
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



