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”

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”

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”

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”

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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Mowgli and I

September 6, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode 1)

The things I saw, the things I experienced, were not of my world or yours—and in a world so different, it was a surprise I could even breathe. People where I lived would always talked about how much they’d love to travel, the souvenirs and the food they’d collect—but if you ever bared witness to the things I’ve seen, your heart would probably turn inside out—turning you back to your home, to the place you once evaded—only for a moment of what you felt would be peace or paradise. Continue reading “Mowgli and I”

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”