Ty D Lowman
Bio
I write fiction and speculative pieces. I’m learning how to compose screenplays and scripts for animation—writing for a cartoon or scifi series is my dream. I’m Denver-based and received a BA in Creative Writing so naturally I'm unemployed.
Stories (5/0)
Austin's Drop
My house was in a vortex, spiraling downward into something smelly until it would deposit me in a pill relapse, so I decided to get out for the night. On my way out the door, I spilled a red plastic cup filled with cigarette butts and yellow water. It stained my carpet but I disregarded it. I left the house at around 8 pm. It was brisk and damp outside, the air smelling like potential rain. The sky was clear though. I began walking down the street, past several houses, a gas station, grocery store, and a shopping center.
By Ty D Lowman2 years ago in Filthy
Monica's VCR
I was bored, laying on my couch in the basement, putting off the task mom and dad asked me to complete. They wanted me to start cleaning out the dusty bedroom in the basement—we had been using it as a storage room for years. It was packed with ancient boxes filled with relics from my childhood. Austin, perhaps trying to prove his worth as a temporary roommate to my family and I, was already in the room, going through boxes and bringing them out into the den of the basement. He was lining them up in front of me and would give a brief inventory of each box, as if I was the decider of each box’s fate. With a wave of my hand, I would tell him to put each box in either the garbage pile, the keepsake pile, or the maybe pile.
By Ty D Lowman2 years ago in Fiction
Duncan's Game
Duncan’s Game Now that I think about it, I don’t remember where the game came from. I woke up today and there it was, docked in the old SNES console passed down to me from my dad. The cartridge for the game was a dark forest green, distinguishing it from the tower of gray cartridges next to the old cube of a tv my mom kept in her mobile home. I had rolled off the couch that morning, went to pour myself a cup of coffee, noticed Mom hadn’t made any yet, then noticed Mom wasn’t home at all, so I decided to play Mario Kart and there the alien game was, loaded into the SNES as if it had always been there.
By Ty D Lowman2 years ago in Fiction
Six Steps to Join the Far Center Galactic Unification
Six Steps to Join the Far Center Galactic Unification Greetings! If you are receiving this message, you are member of a species we have verified as sentient enough to grab the attention of the Far Center Galactic Unification. Whether by accidental interception of one of our messages (way to go, your scientists!), a scheduled first-contact event between your world governments and an ascension team of ours, or your class of elites revealed the evolutionary assistance initiatives we may have utilized on your ancestors, your species has collectively become aware of intelligent life beyond your planetary borders, and we have noticed you back. We want you!
By Ty D Lowman3 years ago in Futurism
Helm Watchers
“If the plague didn’t kill me, nothing will,” I said aloud to nobody as I let the cerulean-striped Devil Spider crawl on my leg. It strafed side to side on my resting calf then sat still. Impatient, I grabbed a pen and tapped the back of the spider to antagonize it. Success—the spider tensed and bit down into the meat of my calf. I winced, held my breath, then exhaled blissfully as the alien spider’s venom passed through my brain.
By Ty D Lowman3 years ago in Futurism