J. R. Lowe
Bio
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
Stories (110/0)
Write more, think less, fire my editor. Top Story - January 2024.
It's funny to think that the first article I ever wrote on Vocal was about setting goals and New Year's resolutions, and here I am, 3 years and 108 stories later, writing one again. That first article, as much as I'd genuinely liked it when it was first published, is garbage. I'd rather read the instruction manual for my lawnmower, cover to cover and in all of the languages, than read that piece again.
By J. R. Lowe6 months ago in Writers
Vocal Memes for Established Creators (Part V). Top Story - June 2023.
How on earth are we up to Part V already? Time flies when you're making memes, I guess. It's been over two years since the first Vocal Memes for Established Creators article was published, and to-date it's still my most read Vocal story of all time, although I'm determined to beat that record this year with something new.
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Humor
You know what Vocal needs? A reading list. Top Story - May 2023.
It's a Friday night and I've just finished cooking. The scent of satay chicken is still fresh in the air as I sip away at the bottle of soju I've shamelessly cracked open (it's been a long week, ok?). I'm scrolling through the latest submissions of some of the incredible Vocal Creators I've subscribed to, but I can't help but notice some of my favourite writers are missing from the list in my notifications. I know they've posted recently because I saw their work on the 'Top Stories' page when I briefly scrolled past this morning, but I can't see them yet.
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Journal
Wicked Words
It was cruel, but I couldn’t help myself. Their disappointment was just so captivatingly delicious. People rely on certainty, on finality, and on knowing how things end, you see. They expect a twist or a dark revelation. They hang on every word; waiting, reading, and anticipating, and I took advantage of that, devouring the hopes they once held so high.
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bedwarmers
With each sunrise, another pillow is found cold. We have too many beds and not enough survivors. Housework earns my place here and when another bed is found empty, it’s my job to clean and remake it, not that any are ever filled again. This one is a single, equipped with a tattered teddy and spaceship-patterned sheets.
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Fiction
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