Eshawnial Lowry

“MAHDI THE MIGHTY ” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #187

Running is my life. I may not be as outspoken as the lion or as large as the tiger, but I am fast. As a matter of fact I am the fastest land animal on this planet. My head is small and round; it is set atop a long neck which is attached to a flexible spine. My chest is deep and my nostrils are large, each of these help with increased oxygen intake. My eyes are set high giving me a two-hundred and ten degree field of view. Even the pads on my feet are specialized for traction. My tail is long and powerful, acting as a rudder providing maximum...

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“TALK THE TALK” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #186

"It's beautiful!" "What's beautiful?...Gene?" "The way you smile, the way you look at the world the-" "Spare me the B.S. Gene, sarcasm is not, your, strongest attribute!" "I'm no Mary Jo Smith, but you already know that. No one can live up to your title" "Uuuuh men!" "Uuuuug, women!" "When Pam told me to swipe left I should have listened." "..." "Did you just shake your head, and roll your eyes at me? I hate it when you do that." "You clearly saw me shake my head. And if I want to roll my eyes I will roll my eyes!..There...how's that?" "A li...

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“The Fall and Rise of Zorko the Great” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #176

Birthday parties are insanely overrated. From the silly balloon animals, to the overpriced cakes and decorations. Don't get me started on the gift bags for the kids in attendance. I'm ashamed to admit this, but Zorko the great, was relegated to tween birthday parties using subpar magic to make ends meet. Yours truly, who once saved the world going wand to fang with Dracula himself. *"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."I didn't have much of a choice thank you very much. It all started i...

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“McFood For Thought” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #162

"Dining for one?" He chuckled, while adjusting his bowtie with his "sausage fingers." That was his name in the yard. Sausage fingers, the prison chef. He had my order  and I made sure it would be a meal for the ages, so to speak. They let me hand it to him personally since it would be my last meal here; or anywhere for that matter.   The last meal request,  a rite of passage for  death row inmates who had exhausted all of our appeals. The date was set for the "apparently not so cruel and unusual punishment."  ...

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“DEATH HAS A PRICE” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #160

Life was never supposed to be this hard. I tried to understand his sickness. His brain twisted the very fabric of his reality. Trying to teach him to process things in a non destructive way was like trying to coax a spider into not weaving an intricate web. Once the webs are spun and its prey is captive the spider is compelled to poison the victim. Just as my son spun webs of deceit he would poison his victims with intoxicating venom; the lies, he spewed from his mouth. Once they trusted him, he would strike then watch as their life faded aw...

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“Cloudy with a Chance of Cancer” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #158

"How are you doing Darryl?" Maria asked. She took a cigarette from my brother's mouth and took a puff. She handed it back to him and exhaled. He finished it and tossed the butt to the pavement. "Thanks for letting Mary visit with us for the weekend."  "I'm fine Maria, considering everything going on with dad and all. Mary loves hanging out with Sarah when she can so thank you too.""Steve, I'm heading off to work. You two look after each other okay." She gave him a kiss then got in her car and drove off. Mary wandered over to t...

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“Lessons on the move” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #153

           Lessons on the moveThe sounds of nightlife in Africa's largest gaming reserve were menacing to say the least. What was even worse were the growls, and glowing eyes that lurked hunching low in the grass.As morning came and the sun began to rise we moved through a field, in the humid African plains thankful to be alive. The blend of dried dead brown and stark healthy green blades of thick grass irritated our face with annoying little cuts. We edged slowly toward t...

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“Murder at the Meadows” by Eshawnial Lowry

Murder at the Meadows I didn’t know much, but I did know that the plumbing in apartment 2c could not need work again.  Something was not right. I was also pretty sure that Totes Amazing Pipes and Stuff wasn’t a real company.  The questions then were; why was the van parked out in front of the building for the tenth night in a row? Even more importantly, why was the so-called plumber, with his bad tanned leathery skin, and slicked back greasy hair going into Mrs. Gables' unit?  Tedd was the name embroidered on his uni shirt, ...

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“Robin, reaches abroad” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #147

“I remember the bitter-sweet taste of my own blood.” I yelled aloud as the drugs began to evacuate my system. My mind and body were awakening, to heights I had never felt before. Unsure of where I was and why, the only thing I knew for sure was that I never wanted to taste my blood again. I scrambled to my feet, pushing aside the pungent smelling puke stained comforter. I nearly fell back down to the raised stone slab that I had just risen from, as my feet slipped and slid trying to gain control over the blood that had poole...

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“NEW HEIGHTS” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #139

“Grow up.” Two words that meant so much more to me as I attempted to be the man of the house. My fingers brushed down the wooden trim of the doorframe. They came to rest at the three roughly cut lines which had the faded numbers 4’6” written directly above them.“Grow up” was what I did, physically at least. My hand slid back up the oil-darkened door trim. My fingers came to rest at the measurement of 6' my current adult height.I lost my father well before I reached this height. In fact, 4’6” at age eight was the last time my father...

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“Twenty Shades of Twenty Twenty” by Eshawnial Lowry

Submitted to Contest #47

“Goodbye,” your father, Herman, said simply. “Goodbye, and good riddance,” your mother, Gloria, yelled. “Goodbye, good riddance, and and-” your father paused for a brief second. He raised his right leg and extended his foot with a calloused hand. He took a worn out loafer off that very foot. “Screw your mother,” he gasped, exhaling deeply. He threw the shoe the length of the kitchen. It slid across the table, taking a plate and two glasses over the edge with it. Then it slammed into a sink full of dirty dishes. “Why don’t you? You already sc...

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