June 25, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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.
Continue reading “TREEs”
June 21, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
June 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
June 14, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
June 11, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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””
June 7, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
June 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“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”
June 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
May 31, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
May 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
May 24, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Many people doubted me, silently hated me- wanting me to fail at every one of my goals in life. But when I looked back and saw that little boy I once was, I see today that it was his strength, his attitude to never care about what others thought— is what pushed me through all the pain, the lies, portrayals. Continue reading “A Warriors Way 27-0”
May 22, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Akiiki was always known to be a happy spirited genie. Always full of love and devotion to the people that accepted him—it was no surprise that he was not talked about in the Arabic tales—for that he was not a genie of evil, but of good. Akiiki owned one of the most beautiful genie lamps of all. It had diamonds and gold all around it, looking as if someone had bedazzled it—of course, without the cheap materials. The lamp was known to be one of the most powerful lamps of all genies, although, came with a price—more than what one would ask for. Continue reading “A Genies Way”
May 17, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Kenji was always a fan of technology and social media. His role models were the great Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg and even Steve Jobs, before his passing. Kenji witnessed how these men changed the world with their brilliant minds for technology and wanted to wield that same power. With all the chaos, destruction and discrimination that was going on in the world—Kenji wanted things to be better, to live a life of peace. Others laughed at his pursuance of this, having doubts within their own hearts that this was not possible, that this was some sort of fantasy.
However, Kenji learned from an old civil rights leader from India, that if he could continue to be the change that he sought in the world, then eventually that change would become a reality. Continue reading “Tech Gods”
May 14, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Tigera and Wolfe were known to be an unusual pair. With one being a tiger and the other a wolf, most of the animal kingdom considered their relationship to be a sin or abomination. No one had ever dared to be with another outside of their animal race. Some even had the ignorance to believe that the two would have nothing in common—let alone understand one another’s heritage. However, Tigera and Wolfe did not see it that way. The two became so fed up with the ignorant and rude rants that the other animals made, they went in search for a place that they knew or felt they could be at peace—a place they could start a family. Continue reading “The Tiger Wolf”
May 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“What’s happening? I thought we had him. His skills seem like they’ve tripled since the last round we had.”
“It appears the boy, like you girl, has become one with the alter ego.”
“Yeah, but I thought he already achieved that last round.”
“No, not at all girl. That round you saw before was not being one with the alter ego—that was simply just pure confidence, in which you still lack. The boy now has the power of confidence and his alter ego at side—you will surely lose if you do not wake up.” Continue reading “Dancers Alter Ego: Round 2”
May 7, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Pallaton stood in silence as roar of men spilled out with anger around him. He remained silent, still, nose pointed to his feet, with hair as long as a pure-bred stallion. The men around him stood firm, and watched anxiously as frustration began to build. An arrow then pierced through the air as bullet would. The arrow was like no other arrow, it’s speed were remarkable—not even the wind itself could keep up with it. It’s tip was pointed like the beak of an eagle, wood finely carved, with the feathers of a hawk at its end to symbolize it’s power of awareness. The arrow eased its way past the many men that stood; however, had its focus on Pallaton. The arrow reached its target nearly piercing the temporal lobe of its attended kill. But before any harm could be done, Pallaton took one step forward as gracefully as a dancer would—avoiding the arrows puncture. Continue reading “The Last of the Comanche”
May 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Since I was a child music had always moved me—always did something to my soul. Whenever I felt it rumble through the ground—my hips would move, my head would sway and even my heart would begin to beat like djembe drums in the night. Today is now the chance I get to finally express this feeling—this passion to the world. Hopefully everyone will feel the same way as I when they see my interpretation of how music should feel. My heart; however, feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. Looks like the event is starting—here goes nothing.
Continue reading “Vessel of the Beat: Part 1”
April 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“We can’t stop here, we must keep moving forward. Everyone is counting on us. If we don’t move now, all will be lost. Bjorn come here!”
“Are you talking to me? And if so, why do you speak to me in such parent like tone? Do you believe me to be a child or something? Do you not see a man in the presents?
“No… No, I certainly do not—although, you look exactly like you should have a bib around your neck, with cookie in hand. Now get over here you fool!”
“What! How… How dare you! Say’s the man who carries around that silly little doll everywhere he goes. May I ask, when you go back to your wife everyday—who is exactly wears the skirt in the bedroom?” Continue reading “Birth of the two and a half Warriors: The Foggy Trials”
April 27, 2017 by Patrick Starks
My blade, how did it get so dull? I need my blade to be sharp—however, I forgot the materials I need. Was it happiness? Or was it just flame and oils? I’m obviously doing something wrong, for that my blade does not speak to me anymore. Blade can you hear me? Please speak to me; do you even remember who I am? Don’t you remember the last battle that we had? Our opponent was so full of fear and doubt within oneself. Don’t you remember when we clashed with his blade? Do you remember the fear his blade had? I certainly do— the fear it had was that of a man that is to be trampled by wild boar. You should be ready for this next fight, just as we were with the sword that feared you so. Why are you so afraid my blade? You know we have always been victorious in our battles—yet, you still fear the thought of losing. Although, maybe it is your fear that has kept us alive for so many years; maybe, just maybe, I should learn to listen to you more. Will you ever speak to me blade? Will you appear in front of me once again? Continue reading “Blades of the Eternal”
April 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks
I wasn’t always this way. There was a time when I was a good person, filled with no darkness, but only light. I had many friends and even a woman at the time that I thought was the love of my life; however, they all let me down, they all portrayed me. What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to feel? I did what I what I had too, vanishing was the only way as did they. The sad part is, with all the pain I’ve suffered; I can’t even write, draw or dance anymore. So much has happened to me and now I suffer more for the loss of the things I loved to do. How could I have let myself get in this situation? How could I become so lost? Now all I have is the darkness that surrounds me, but at least this way I won’t be hurt anymore. Being dark cant be bad right? I don’t know… But why me? Why does someone of such good get hurt by so many people? Maybe I’m just weaker than I believe myself to be strong, maybe I was never strong. Continue reading “Light Within Darkness”
April 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Standing in this crowd I tremble with fear. I mean… What am I doing here? They probably already think I’m no good. My opponent looks intense; however, I can tell deep down he’s just as afraid as me. I feel I should take advantage of this situation and destroy this guy, but feel that it’s already too late. What can I do to get out of this situation? I’m not ready. Everything feels like an earthquake; the floor is shaking and people are screaming at the top of their lungs. Are they cheering for my opponent? Has he already begun and if so, where did he find the courage to press forward? I guess it doesn’t matter now, It’s all over. The only thing that can save me now is the right song, a good one. And… dammit! Never-mind, the DJ would play that song. This is the worst song that’s came out this summer. Wow, now I really must say that there some favoritism here. I should have been better prepared I should have been ready. Continue reading “Dancers Alter Ego: Round 1”