Natalie Lowes
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You have two days left
The message “You have 2 days to reset your password” flashes up on the screen. I have been ignoring this message for weeks with a mix of dread and annoyance. t’s not that I don’t have the time, I do. It’s the shear pain of the whole thing. You’d think someone would figure out a way to make this not so damn …stupid. When you do this, you have to come up with some concoction of 16 letters, numbers, and special characters. Then you have to log out and log back and pray that it works. Oh, and don’t forget to connect to the VPN first! The problem is this doesn’t ever seem to work the way it’s supposed to and it takes FOREVER to get back online.
By Natalie Lowes3 years ago in Fiction
It was all about the view
Thomas boarded his ship, yes, it was his. He spent a little over two years doing nothing but thinking of every detail and dreaming of this very day. The day when his life’s work would finally be reviled to the world. He knew every inch of this 882-foot ship, inside and out. He knew it took 825 tons of coal per day to fuel the 3 engines. And that it could go an impressive 23 knots but the Titanic wasn’t built for speed, she was built for comfort.
By Natalie Lowes4 years ago in Fiction
Almost
I am sitting on a brown fake leather couch with my fiancé in a room that smells like lavender and Febreze. Our counselor is a friend of my fiancé, much younger than me and too pretty for me to trust her. When this started 6 months ago I thought I could win her over. I felt like I gave all the right answers, that was until our appointments started to be separate. Kelly, our counselor said it would be easier for her to focus on us as individuals and then she could see how we work together – whatever that means.
By Natalie Lowes4 years ago in Fiction
It's a love story
Every year we talk about what to do with the old abandoned and derelict barn at the edge of the property. Everything else has been replaced, fixed, torn down or rebuilt. It has been here as long as anyone can remember. My wife, Annie, and I had our first kiss in that barn and we got married there too. I think it’s the memories that keep us from tearing it down. It is not safe anymore for anyone to use. We can’t keep anything in there, the animals and bugs can get in and the roof leaks when it rains. It is too expensive to fix at this point, really our only option is to demolish it.
By Natalie Lowes5 years ago in Fiction
Runner's high
You know the sound a record player makes when you first put on the record and the music hasn’t started yet? It is a fuzzy type of sound. That is how I describe what happens in my head when I run. People have told me that when they run, they solve problems or come up with new ideas. Not me. When I run my brain almost shuts off. I typically remember moments of my run, like a tree in the woods, when a specific song came on, or when I felt like I got my second wind, things like that. But as far as thoughts – cohesive world problem-solving thoughts – nope not one, not ever.
By Natalie Lowes5 years ago in Motivation
Skelly
Skelly Have you seen it? I can’t find it. Not again, where is it! Skelly woke in a panic grasping at her neck. It’s ok she breathed, it’s still there. The heart-shaped locket her mom gave her just before she left. It’s the only thing she gave her and it’s the only thing Skelly has left.
By Natalie Lowes5 years ago in Fiction
