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Alone at Once

December 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Wow, what can I say, today has been a pretty good day. I finally got that big promotion from work, finally got the chance to attend my little girl’s ballet recital, for once, and finally got around to cooking and cleaning right before the misses got home. Yup, today was a good day, but then Saturday came.  Continue reading “Alone at Once”

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F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)

December 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

There me and Alexis stood. Her eyes were watery, and her hair was damp. She would move in closer to me with her size 6 vans, as her friend Miranda waited patiently for what she believed would be a kodak moment, or fireworks. I hadn’t talked to Alexis for weeks, for months, at least not after our big breakup; although, I did have my reasons, two important reasons to be exact—Linda, and the fact that Alexis was… Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)”

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F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds

December 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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High School was hell for me, more so life as I viewed it. My mind was fragile, just as most people’s minds are, it was human I would trick myself into believing. In my life, sadness would always swarm around my head like fruit flies, blocking all confidence that I ever had to exist, and I really, I honestly, just wanted just that—to be free from it all. Me and Linda always felt life to be just a big popularity competition, a competition for the insecure we laughed. I obviously wasn’t on the top chart as you can tell by my tone of confidence, not even the top million, but I knew Linda would be at least somewhere in the rankings—to me Linda was better than any Beyonce, or Katy Perry, she was life. At night when me and Linda gazed at the stars, she and I would always talk about someday leaving the planet and traveling to another, naming our two to three children—Pluto, Venus, or Mercury in which we both believed to be unisex. Linda and I were truly soulmates, together to the end. Out of all the people I had grown to know in my life, all I had grown to love, I never knew that it would be Linda to take her own life. Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds”

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Becoming Human

November 26, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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 When I met god for the first time it was unlike anything one would imagine, he wasn’t really tall, nor short; he wasn’t dark nor light, you couldn’t really tell, he wasn’t anything in particular, he was… everythingؙ—the wind, the rain, the trees, the sand even, you name it, and he would be at least one, if not them all. Most had assumed that god was in fact a he, but not even we as gods soldiers knew what god truly was, let alone his gender, if he even had one.  God was god, it didn’t really matter what he was to us, although, hearing gentle voices through the wind was enough for any of us to fear what he or she could be if pissed off in any way—it sparked not only mine, but everyone else’s curiosity to discover the mystery of mysteries. Continue reading “Becoming Human”

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Hope for Seattle

November 19th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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It had been months since I fled the beautiful city of Seattle. It hadn’t been the same for a long time but the semi-molded fries from Dicks burgers brought me back to a memory when things were calm, when things were perfect—days of greasy burgers, strawberry milk shakes, and laughter were all I could ever think about as the days went on. But I was running low on gas, and out of caffeine as well. So, I decided it be best I just pulled over.  I needed to close my eyes for a bit; I hadn’t slept for at least six days, and I really just needed to forget about all that had happened, although, love is one of the hardest things to forget about, at least for me it was. Continue reading “Hope for Seattle”

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What I was

November 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

It had now been seven years since the sand of the battlefield streamed between gaps of my toes. And I was happy, but a part of me was still lost from that day. There were still things that I needed to know, to understand—what I was, and what I am now. I now wielded the power of Winter and Fall; sadly Spring as well, as it was revealed earlier on that his envy and greed would be the cause of his death; to think a child could do so much still baffles me today. Continue reading “What I was”

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Elmo and I

October 31st. 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part 2: Happy Halloween!

It was December 25th, 1996—Christmas morning. The room was bright, filled with jolliness, but cold for a day in Texas as the chattering of teeth surrounded the table. But to warm things up, Mom had cooked the family her famous blueberry pancakes with chocolate chip, as it was accompanied by her renowned homemade maple syrup. Yet, through it all, through the heavenly mountain of gluttony my face would nose dive towards, without hesitation, I’d work my way to the bacon, then to the sausage, and around the eggs, as I was never fond of the gooey substance. And I’d repeat the same cycle again, begging for another plate, begging for larger arteries, giving me second wind only to consume more. Continue reading “Elmo and I”

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Beauty of Seattle

October 22, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part 4

The whole room would turn into a tornado as all the novels and plays from the rarest of Greek literature surrounded us. The Beast however wasn’t afraid, not even concerned for the conditioning of those books; he was content, embraced in the moment. One book here, two book there, as they smacked the side of the Beast face from everywhere. No ripple of movement was formed upon his bristle skin, as I would continue to play dodgeball in the very study that the Beast had led me in, and there in the middle of it all, bestowed the beauty. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle”

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Osiris and the Planet Black Hole

October 15th, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Part 2

“What, what is this place? Why have you brought me here; have you not tormented me enough,” said Osiris. He was now standing at a pond, a pond where the reflections of anything that stood before it became lost as their owners did the same.  It was only ever told in fairy tales about a pond that could give one life or death; most would assume the result would be death, as it was known to have been created by the virulent Amara. Continue reading “Osiris and the Planet Black Hole”

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Tonka and Barbie

October 8th, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Here I was, at Barbie’s new home, her new playhouse as some would call it—it had an awkward feeling, nothing welcoming at all, nothing that felt remotely like home; if anything, it felt like the home of Frankenstein, as all I would witness was madness and the baring of slight suspicion within the room. The place was cold, had a smell not usually identifiable to the nose—lingering within the nostrils, no matter how hard you blew, never able to escape, not a cold, not a flu. As well was it poorly lit—making it difficult for even ones with twenty, twenty vision to see, and for that I found where I laid would not be my cup of tea, not warm, nor cold, but neutral. Continue reading “Tonka and Barbie”

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My Reasons Why

September 30th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode 2) / Plus Bonus quote!

Ron and I still had the painting of Mona Lisa—the painting would maintain its mint conditioning, but I would fear for how long. And so, I kept it close, pressing it against my sternum, but gently, I didn’t want to ruin the one reason to why Ron and I were here—a world magical to only the books I’d read to my little princess, Dalila. And I didn’t trust Ron, my so-called partner in crime—crime was a thing he was champion at, but a partner I’d always second guess. He’d always reek of dishonor and lies, the very traits a criminal should have; however, Ron still had a heart, he wanted to be back home just as much as I, to try and win back the heart of the woman he’d lost—the painting would be his ticket back in her heart. Continue reading “My Reasons Why”

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Thank You all! / “Rosita”

September 27th by Patrick Starks

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Hey everyone and happy Wednesday 😊 I’d like to take time to say thank you all for supporting the Pacharcblog, I really appreciate the love shown and the fantastic writers I have met down the road. And as much as I’d love to keep giving you all praise as you all deserve, I must move forward with the other reason for writing this post.

There will no longer be three post a week, as I am putting more focus into the book I have been working on for quite some time now—stay tuned, it is almost finish 😊. On that note, there are a lot of series that I have started on the blog as most of you already know, and feel I owe it to you guys, including myself to finish them. So I decided I would make a calendar of when the continuation of these stories would be released—so that you are aware of what is going on, I don’t want you guys to feel like I’m bailing on you lol.

The first continuation will be to “My Reasons Why,” if you have not read episode 1 yet, go check it out, promise you wont be disappointed, I hope lol—just simply type the title of it into the search engine on the right side of the page and it will bring you to it. The release date episode 2 will be on September 29th, this Saturday @ 2pm.  After that release I will be continuing “Tonka and Barbie,” which will be released October 8th , Sunday @ 7pm. To find out more about the dates and times click on the Upcoming Tab which I have just added to the site.

Here is something short to leave you all with for your time and patience😊

“Rosita”

I can tell by her laugh that she’s the one, but wise man would say that I was too afraid to say anything, worrying that I’d  be no fun. You got no chance, the little boy next to me would say, but he was just a child—what all the girls would call a little bae. But will she understand me, or think I’m too nice—the dagger to a good man’s heart, the cut of a blade, the cut of a knife. But my kindness is my strength, an underrated gift—one today that everyone looks as if a myth. And the way she stares into my eyes is enough to make any man shy away, but I promised even to the heavens, that today would be my day. She walks by and all I can ever notice is her smell, giving reason to why the guy next to me had fell. Sarcastic, but the man was truly unconscious, beauty had struck again, I felt this was my chance—until another would swoop in with a name that rhymed with romance. Lance was a charming one and a cocky on for that, but he’d always strike out, not matter how hard he swung the bat—physically and mentally. And as she talked with me for only a moment, I could tell she felt the same, as love was all that could, and ever remained. But we both still hesitate, no affection to give, waiting any longer and we both have yet to truly live. And as I now look into the future, I can see that there was no worry, Rosita was the one, and so this poem I will burry.

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Barista Girl

September 24th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Double or triple, I’d ponder, maybe even a quad, but I feared that make me a goner. There was at least seven behind me waiting to laugh at my rejection, but I couldn’t wait, I had to espresso my affection. Barista girls cheeks would then turn red as her chocolatey eyes sparkled, I could see my words were smooth enough to leave her somewhat startled. But coffee, my coffee as she stirs you up, can you feel through her delicate hands that I honestly had any luck. The numbers written on your forehead would tell me otherwise, as you now have become my greatest prize. The following day she and I would leave the park with coffee on the ground, love was in the air, for that even our coffee cups had found.

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Class of Golem

September 22, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“Let there be light,” professor Golem would say. The whole classroom was still, no one said a word, only gazed towards the front of the room . “I said, let there be light,” the professor would repeat. And still no reaction from the class was given—there was no light, one would say behind me. A pile of  research would then clutter the classroom ceiling, and by the looks of it, lord only knew what this person was feeling. Continue reading “Class of Golem”

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Tonka and Barbie

September 17, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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There she was, Barbie—beautiful as can be, her heart was my sky, and her eyes were my sea. She was everything I wanted in a woman, in this life, all that I wanted to see, but I was just a machine—I was just an old dusted up truck, one in which I felt no one wanted anymore, one that would run out of luck. Continue reading “Tonka and Barbie”

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My Chivalry, My Soul

September 15. 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The world has changed a lot from when I was a child, and sometimes it doesn’t even feel like I fit in at all, not anymore—maybe I was born of a different planet, and that my parents hadn’t found the courage to tell me yet, these of course were just guesses, but the things others would say, would make me feel otherwise. People would always say that I’m too nice or to kind, but what kind of world would we be in, if always serious, if always rude to one another, what would that mean for our humanity, our existence, I thought. Continue reading “My Chivalry, My Soul”

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Cornelia Dracula

September 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Let’s be honest, being a bat wasn’t always that great—you’re in the dark all the time, and your thirst for blood is unbearable—your tiny enough just to get crushed by any other species in attempt to obtain it. Bianca was always the best at controlling her urges, her hunger, she knew it all. She would always tell us that the gods had given us the freedom to feed on any animal of our choosing, but never any of the living—that being the humans, in which non had ever encountered. Continue reading “Cornelia Dracula”

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Beauty of Seattle 3

September 8, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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(Episode 3)

Here we were, all three of us—the beauty, the beast, and I. I’d now learned all that I needed of the mystery behind the victim that was murdered—more so, I’d now learn just how jealous the beast was. He was an insecure one, one that would do just about anything to keep the drool of other men from falling onto his precious, his love—that in which appeared to be more of a prisoner than anything.

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What I was

September 3, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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I wasn’t always like this. I used to be free, I used to be graceful, yet grateful of this life—especially when I was amongst the others. People today would call it conformity, but it wasn’t it all like that—we were a family. We gathered food together, we traveled together, we played together, and most of the time, laughed together—it was truly an artistic life, one that I never wished the paintbrush to leave. Continue reading “What I was”

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Saving Love

September 1, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Love never knew that she was sick. Every day as I watched her come back from work, I could tell that a piece of her was missing—that the parasite would not only control her mind, but her body. But it wasn’t her fault—why she lost control—the parasite became stronger as the days went on, feeding off whatever negative emotions came from her fears, or others. Continue reading “Saving Love”

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Georgette

August 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Strawberries, cherries, and a dash of sugar were my ingredients, but there was always something missing—something that would give it a kick. I’d try lemon, but it made it slightly sour, I’d try lime, but it only made it bitter—my tongue never appreciated such taste, but I was chef, and for that, it was my tongues fate—fate to be my sacrificial lamb of experiments, of my special ingredients. Continue reading “Georgette”

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Beauty of Seattle 2

August 25, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode 2)

The sheriff told me that he would need me for further investigation, but I never expected it to take this long. Everyone including myself smelt horribly, we hadn’t showered for at least a whole week, and barely did we eat—my stomach sounded like a hot tea pot as it boiled in aggravation. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle 2”

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One Night, Two Lights

August 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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(Episode III to Night Light)

It was one of the wettest days of New York, Night was drenched and now even more eager to find his sister as the storms worsened. “The hell am I doing here, what the hell is Ada doing here?” Night thought, but he would come to realize that what he perceived as evil was not evil to others—that what he saw as sins, were not the sins of others, not the sins of his father. Continue reading “One Night, Two Lights”

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A Night in New York

August 20, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode II to Night Light)

“What kind of writing is this?” Night asked. “It looks familiar, I swear I’ve seen it before, even the smell of it brings back memory, although the memory is faint.” The letter was no ordinary letter, for that it had the writings of Night’s ancestors, of his childhood. Nights parents had shown him these writings before, however there was only four that he knew of that could’ve known such—his sisters. It couldn’t have been his parents he thought, but they’d passed years ago. Those were sad time for him and his sisters he thought—annoyed by the pain in his heart, he swayed any remembrance of them, at least what was left. But the letter… it still brought curiosity. Continue reading “A Night in New York”

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Night Light

August 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The days were never this cold, but much warmer.  Night could feel change in the world, in his world, and sooner or later knew that it would come knocking at his doorstep.   In his earlier years, he’d discover his light for the first time, every child had one—but of course, Night was the only one known capable of wielding such, at least with competence. His mother was always concerned for that she felt he was too young for such power—power of the gods. His father on the other hand, was just happy to know he had a boy. He’d already have three little girls after all, and prayed to the heavens that they would one day forgive his sins—sins of the wars he fought, and that they one day bless him with a son—and that day, his prayers would be answered—a new beginning, hope for the village. Continue reading “Night Light”

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My Heart, My Kryptonite

August 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Growing up I’ve always wanted to be a hero, or some sort of superhero, but I always lacked the special abilities to do so. Batman was of course the closest I could relate to. I was never wealthy man—not like him, but always felt he was like everyone else—normal. He never had any super powers, but he had heart, that’s what my brother always thought. But as much as I felt I could relate to Batman, my favorite was Superman. Continue reading “My Heart, My Kryptonite”

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My head is a Genie bottle

August 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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When most people think of living in a space, a space where they can have privacy—they think of a private study or some sort of private resort, a vacation. But not me, whenever I thought of such things, I’d think of the genie and his bottle in that movie “Aladdin” or the show from the sixties— “I dream of Jeannie,” that was always moms favorite show. Continue reading “My head is a Genie bottle”

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If I were a Pencil

August 9, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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This woman… I don’t know who she was or what was her purpose, but it seemed ever since she bought my family and I, all she ever cared to do was use us—use us until there was nothing left. And before all of this, our lives were simple, we had peace, no one ever bothered us, although there wasn’t many that came by, came to buy. Continue reading “If I were a Pencil”

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My Turn

August 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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The victim was unconscious, their skin was cold as ice and body still as rock. There was no trace of the victim’s attacker, only bite marks of unfamiliarity presented itself. I knew it wasn’t a vampire, for that the bites had more than two punctures aligned with one another. I knew that it was no werewolf, for that the punctures were not large enough—plus, the victims head would no longer be a part of their body if it had been. Before I could even get a grasp of what could have done this, an odd sound appeared from the shadows. I began to get the chills, I was uncertain of what was behind. Continue reading “My Turn”

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Osiris and the planet Black Hole

July 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The wind was subtle, but aggressive, rainstorms and mudslides were all that was formed within the crests of the planet known as Cachiche. Osiris one of the few men of the planet, didn’t know what to expect on that day, he’d thought his life was in the hands of the gods, but questioned why it had to be so—he was never a believer in religion, but it made since, he was from a planet where the people held the title of god, where the people could be the creators, where people held power. In a world left with so many questions to be answered, he felt there would soon be a time he would no longer feel the touch of his wife or the love of his children.

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Beauty of Seattle

July 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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I’ve always had wondering mind, I can’t help it. In a world as crazy as this one, how could anyone free their mind completely. Although, sometimes it isn’t the craziness that distracts us, but the beauty it seems.  For every time me and my friend Kyle went to a Starbucks to study, there was always that one woman that would walk in smelling like roses, smelling like heaven—if heaven smelt good, I’d at least think so. Or the woman would wield a radiant glow that wouldn’t blind most men, but freeze them.  Being the guys that we were, we’d never build up the courage to introduce ourselves. We’d always make up excuses saying, “Well, she’s probably got a boyfriend.” Or “She looks busy, probably doesn’t have the time for guys or a boyfriend.” But we both knew that we were jumping into conclusion. Kyle however didn’t back down, he always felt guys asked women out way too much and that they should be the ones to do so. I’d agree with Kyle, but there was one problem—she wasn’t the one who was interested, he was—so it would seem that it was Kyle’s move not hers, but he remained seated as always, glancing over his new harry potter book like a lion in the tall grass. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle”

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War of Ferra

July 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The world… It’s quite magical when you think about it, if you stand still, just for a moment, you can see just how lively and peaceful it can be. Ferra use to believe the same, but after she went off to serve in the war, everything changed. She was different, not just personality wise, but with people. She always adored meeting new people and more so roses, but what she experienced changed all of that. Continue reading “War of Ferra”

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The Tattooist

July 19, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Today is my first day. I’m a little nervous, but I’ve waited my whole life for this opportunity. I can’t chicken out now. I’ve been begging Alexa for to give me this chance for years now, and with the kick ass portfolio I’ve developed—I have to say, it opened the door towards my destiny.  Continue reading “The Tattooist”

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Here I Soar—A Dragon

July 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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When I was just a little one, my mother taught me three important lessons—lessons that creatures like she and I needed to know. The first lesson was flying. You were nothing to anyone if you couldn’t fly. My first time trying it was scary, although I must admit, it wasn’t willingly either. I still remember it like it was yesterday, the moment when mom let me go. My body just fell when she did so, plummeting straight for the ground which would determine my fate—the fate if I lived to go on and be big and strong, or just end, right then and there. As I continued to fall, I assumed she wouldn’t just let me die, but what she told me afterwards made me think otherwise. Continue reading “Here I Soar—A Dragon”

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The Heart of Caroline

July 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Caroline… She was only sixteen when we became official partners in crime. We were just teenagers then—high schoolers, with no clue to what the world had to offer us. Caroline was of course drooled over by all the boys, the jocks, in which I hated the most. They’d always come around us during lunchtime singing that song by Outkast called “Roses”. And it was obvious they only sang it because her name was in it—and man did that song get stuck my head, still annoys me today. I on the other hand, I was just the opposite. I was the loner, the rebel, if you will. No one really cared about me, not any girl, but Caroline did. Continue reading “The Heart of Caroline”

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Elmo and I

July 9, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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It was always quiet when I was a child, never loud, crazy or exciting. For some that was a surprise, I had four brothers and a sister after all—it was easy to say we were a big family. For the number of us that there were, our parents always made sure we got what we wanted, especially during the holidays, but if you’re thinking we were spoiled—we weren’t. Continue reading “Elmo and I”

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The Bowman

July 6, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The bowman was hungry, he hadn’t eaten for days—at least not since he last had dinner with his family. The days had gotten a lot colder, harsh, and the bowman hadn’t a clue to when he would return—when it was okay to. Continue reading “The Bowman”

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Trees: Growth never ends

July 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The night was cold, yet purifying, the man had discovered something new. He had never seen such a place, let alone one that be so close to his location. However, that wasn’t his concern. He only thought of the scream he heard just moments before entering what he believed to be a sanctuary. He looked everywhere for clues but couldn’t find anything. The man then came across a desolate path—a path of mystery, a path of trickery. He took a step with his left foot and then his right, but as he stepped with his right, he realized he was now upside down. The man was aware he was a bit late to telegraph such a trap, although feared what the trap was laid out for. As he remained swinging by the branch of a tree, he recognized a hat that laid buried beneath the mud. Eager to confirm what it was, the man swayed his upper body side to side to grab it, he missed on his first try. He tried again for the second time missing again—yet, was much warmer than before.  He then gave it one more go, swinging as hard as a child on a playground swing. He finally obtained the hat, falling back into full speed towards the tree he hung. As he gazed at the hat he now held in his rugged palms, his head hit the body of the tree. The man was knocked out and was out for quite some time, but once awakened, found himself in a place mystery. Continue reading “Trees: Growth never ends”

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Trees: From Root to Stem

June 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The day was hot and muggy. The man stood in front of what appeared to be over a hundred lumberjacks. He tried to explain to them what he saw, what he discovered, but little did anyone care to hear his words.  He’d hoped his best friend Jeff would get an idea of what he was talking about, that he’d understand. But not a word was given, not even the slightest bit of movement—it was as if everyone was frozen in time. The man pleaded for understanding. A few of the men he spoke to walked away, frustrated and annoyed. Life was hard enough already, and being that no one needed lumber for the summer—they weren’t making much of a profit in their line of work either. If they sold anything, it was to teenagers and young adults who just wanted to party and have bonfires. The man’s antics however were not over. He felt that he could sway them, only if they knew the truth—knew his truth.  Continue reading “Trees: From Root to Stem”

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TREEs

June 25, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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In a planet filled with green and blue, people still seek to find out what was true. It was said that oceans ruled the world, flooding cities and countries making people bow for forgiveness, for they felt their sins were the cause of all its destruction. But the one thing people had forgotten was what watched over them—trees.

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Fear is my Friend

June 21, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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How did I get here? —To this place of uncertainty.  What promises wait for me as I sit at the tip of this towering cliff. Am I afraid? Am I concerned? It would be no surprise—I have been these things all my life. I guess fear has never really left my side. Continue reading “Fear is my Friend”

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My Pen and I

June 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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My pen… you have always been my greatest weapon, my greatest friend. You know me, you listen to me, and feel what I feel. Are you a replication of me? Or are you truly here to help. You must be here to help—you have been with me since I was a child. Continue reading “My Pen and I”

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Masuyo Mask

June 14, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The wicked woman of the East fled across the Atlantic Ocean, and Masuyo followed. The ocean was destructive, huge—annihilating anything that had the galls to come through its demolition. It was dark and muggy, with waves that rose as high as the mountain terrain.  There were signs that had writing of ancient scriptures—ancient enough that not even black beard himself could decode them. The signs were tall, rusty—one could obviously see that they were decades old, although, that was nothing new to the wicked woman. Sea of Neikan, was what some called it. Battles of demons and devils were said to have been held in this treacherous abyss and Masuyo was being led right into it. Continue reading “Masuyo Mask”

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“Through the grit of a Hero”

June 11, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The pain, it saddens me. It makes me weak, it makes me regret. I know it is only temporary, but once it goes, it comes back. Is this all life haves to offer me? How many test must I go through and when I am dead, how will I know I won’t have more test? Nothing but suffer I see, are there happy moments as well? And if so, how long will I have them? Why invest in those happy moments if life is waiting just around the corner to take it away from me again and again—what purpose is it all? Continue reading ““Through the grit of a Hero””

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Return of the Tigerwolf: Hybrids Glory

June 7, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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It was now the darkest night of winter—some called it Misery. Rain poured rapidly as it pierced through the fur of the animal kingdom. All who were weak ran into cover, ran into terror, but what stayed in its destruction were creatures of courage. Eighty-seven eyes of anger glowed in the atmosphere. What stood in front of them one would fear to describe. His fur was long, grey as the night, with rows of teeth that seemed never ending. It had stripes of the tiger, nose of the wolf. One could already see that this was the tiger wolf, however, he was different—stronger, wiser, angrier, older, more determined. Continue reading “Return of the Tigerwolf: Hybrids Glory”

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Zero Haze: Daughter of Mother Nature

June 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“Where here. Welcome to Ras El Tin palace.” The woman said.

“Ras El Tin? You mean like the one in Egypt. “The man replied.

“Yes, like the one in Egypt. We are in Egypt matter a fact. How did you know? Have you been here before? Let me guess in your dreams.”

“Funny… but no. I have never been here before, but I have seen it on the discovery channel before.”

The woman pondered, as she stood dazed and confused. “What is a discovery channel? Is that some sort of path or trail?” Continue reading “Zero Haze: Daughter of Mother Nature”

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Eleven Minute Haze: End to Beginnings

June 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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This woman. This woman of beauty, yet, strength. Who was she? And how did I find myself to be the protector of such godliness’. Why would of woman of this stature ever be interested in a man like me? A man with not a lot of money, nor car even. All that I have is my dreams and my goals—but, is it enough? Was it enough, for her? Continue reading “Eleven Minute Haze: End to Beginnings”

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Half an Hour Haze

May 31, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The room was cold, dark, smelly. The woman stayed hidden for that she knew she was being watched. Tear drops of H20 dripped into the cold snow as they instantaneously became frozen by the touch. Her dress was slightly ripped as were the pants she’d worn under them. Her lips were dry, yet, were remarkably still sensational to the average man. Her breath was heavy, subtle, hot—as nothing, but mist surrounded her face.

She looked for openings, but none of which she could find. Heavy footsteps announced their presence as they slowly tip toed around the corner that she hidden. What became revealed was a creature non-like any witnessed in the real-life, although, who was to say that this was not the real-life either. Continue reading “Half an Hour Haze”

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One Hour Haze

May 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Who was she? That dream… it felt way to real. It was weird… I felt like I knew her, like I’ve seen her before, but this was different—I’ve never met such a woman in person or at least that’s what I thought. How can I dream or see someone I’ve never met before? Was is it that I saw her some point in my life or was it that I could see deeply into the future, the present. Continue reading “One Hour Haze”