September 6, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
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”