October 15th, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“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”
October 8th, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Season 1 / Episode #2
Here I was, at Barbie’s new home, her new playhouse as some would call it—it had an awkward feeling, nothing welcoming at all, nothing that felt remotely like home; if anything, it felt like the home of Frankenstein, as all I would witness was madness and the baring of slight suspicion within the room. The place was cold, had a smell not usually identifiable to the nose—lingering within the nostrils, no matter how hard you blew, never able to escape, not a cold, not a flu. As well was it poorly lit—making it difficult for even ones with twenty, twenty vision to see, and for that I found where I laid would not be my cup of tea, not warm, nor cold, but neutral. Continue reading “Tonka and Barbie”
September 30th, 2017 by Patrick Starks
(Episode 2) / Plus Bonus quote!
Ron and I still had the painting of Mona Lisa—the painting would maintain its mint conditioning, but I would fear for how long. And so, I kept it close, pressing it against my sternum, but gently, I didn’t want to ruin the one reason to why Ron and I were here—a world magical to only the books I’d read to my little princess, Dalila. And I didn’t trust Ron, my so-called partner in crime—crime was a thing he was champion at, but a partner I’d always second guess. He’d always reek of dishonor and lies, the very traits a criminal should have; however, Ron still had a heart, he wanted to be back home just as much as I, to try and win back the heart of the woman he’d lost—the painting would be his ticket back in her heart. Continue reading “My Reasons Why”
September 24th, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Double or triple, I’d ponder, maybe even a quad, but I feared that make me a goner. There was at least seven behind me waiting to laugh at my rejection, but I couldn’t wait, I had to espresso my affection. Barista girls cheeks would then turn red as her chocolatey eyes sparkled, I could see my words were smooth enough to leave her somewhat startled. But coffee, my coffee as she stirs you up, can you feel through her delicate hands that I honestly had any luck. The numbers written on your forehead would tell me otherwise, as you now have become my greatest prize. The following day she and I would leave the park with coffee on the ground, love was in the air, for that even our coffee cups had found.
September 22, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“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”
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”
September 1, 2017 by Patrick Starks
Love never knew that she was sick. Every day as I watched her come back from work, I could tell that a piece of her was missing—that the parasite would not only control her mind, but her body. But it wasn’t her fault—why she lost control—the parasite became stronger as the days went on, feeding off whatever negative emotions came from her fears, or others. Continue reading “Saving Love”