Dancers Alter Ego: Round 2

May 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“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”

The Last of the Comanche

May 7, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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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”

Vessel of the Beat: Part 1

May 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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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.

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Birth of the two and a half Warriors: The Foggy Trials

April 30, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“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”

Blades of the Eternal

April 27, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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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”

Light Within Darkness

April 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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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”

Dancers Alter Ego: Round 1

April 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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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”