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”