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.
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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”