Alone at Once

December 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Wow, what can I say, today has been a pretty good day. I finally got that big promotion from work, finally got the chance to attend my little girl’s ballet recital, for once, and finally got around to cooking and cleaning right before the misses got home. Yup, today was a good day, but then Saturday came.  Continue reading “Alone at Once”

F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)

December 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

There me and Alexis stood. Her eyes were watery, and her hair was damp. She would move in closer to me with her size 6 vans, as her friend Miranda waited patiently for what she believed would be a kodak moment, or fireworks. I hadn’t talked to Alexis for weeks, for months, at least not after our big breakup; although, I did have my reasons, two important reasons to be exact—Linda, and the fact that Alexis was… Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)”

F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds

December 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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High School was hell for me, more so life as I viewed it. My mind was fragile, just as most people’s minds are, it was human I would trick myself into believing. In my life, sadness would always swarm around my head like fruit flies, blocking all confidence that I ever had to exist, and I really, I honestly, just wanted just that—to be free from it all. Me and Linda always felt life to be just a big popularity competition, a competition for the insecure we laughed. I obviously wasn’t on the top chart as you can tell by my tone of confidence, not even the top million, but I knew Linda would be at least somewhere in the rankings—to me Linda was better than any Beyonce, or Katy Perry, she was life. At night when me and Linda gazed at the stars, she and I would always talk about someday leaving the planet and traveling to another, naming our two to three children—Pluto, Venus, or Mercury in which we both believed to be unisex. Linda and I were truly soulmates, together to the end. Out of all the people I had grown to know in my life, all I had grown to love, I never knew that it would be Linda to take her own life. Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds”

Becoming Human

November 26, 2017 by Patrick Starks

BECOMING HUMAN

 When I met god for the first time it was unlike anything one would imagine, he wasn’t really tall, nor short; he wasn’t dark nor light, you couldn’t really tell, he wasn’t anything in particular, he was… everythingؙ—the wind, the rain, the trees, the sand even, you name it, and he would be at least one, if not them all. Most had assumed that god was in fact a he, but not even we as gods soldiers knew what god truly was, let alone his gender, if he even had one.  God was god, it didn’t really matter what he was to us, although, hearing gentle voices through the wind was enough for any of us to fear what he or she could be if pissed off in any way—it sparked not only mine, but everyone else’s curiosity to discover the mystery of mysteries. Continue reading “Becoming Human”

Hope for Seattle

November 19th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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It had been months since I fled the beautiful city of Seattle. It hadn’t been the same for a long time but the semi-molded fries from Dicks burgers brought me back to a memory when things were calm, when things were perfect—days of greasy burgers, strawberry milk shakes, and laughter were all I could ever think about as the days went on. But I was running low on gas, and out of caffeine as well. So, I decided it be best I just pulled over.  I needed to close my eyes for a bit; I hadn’t slept for at least six days, and I really just needed to forget about all that had happened, although, love is one of the hardest things to forget about, at least for me it was. Continue reading “Hope for Seattle”

Can I vent to you

October 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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SURPRISE SHORT STORY, ENJOY 🙂

A lot of my guy friends call me a good guy, a good friend; and for the girls, they call me either sweet, brotherly, or the same—a good guy. But over the years of heart break and disappointment, I’d sometimes feel that wasn’t what people really wanted, what they needed. Continue reading “Can I vent to you”

Osiris and the Planet Black Hole

October 15th, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“What, what is this place? Why have you brought me here; have you not tormented me enough,” said Osiris. He was now standing at a pond, a pond where the reflections of anything that stood before it became lost as their owners did the same.  It was only ever told in fairy tales about a pond that could give one life or death; most would assume the result would be death, as it was known to have been created by the virulent Amara. Continue reading “Osiris and the Planet Black Hole”