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 pain started in my back half-way through sixth period on a Wednesday: orchestra class. At first I thought it was just the usual pains that come from sitting ramrod straight in my chair with my arms holding up a violin for an hour. But as the pain started making me wince and my bow … Continue reading Angels in the First Section
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
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 