My head is a Genie bottle

August 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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When most people think of living in a space, a space where they can have privacy—they think of a private study or some sort of private resort, a vacation. But not me, whenever I thought of such things, I’d think of the genie and his bottle in that movie “Aladdin” or the show from the sixties— “I dream of Jeannie,” that was always moms favorite show. Continue reading “My head is a Genie bottle”

If I were a Pencil

August 9, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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This woman… I don’t know who she was or what was her purpose, but it seemed ever since she bought my family and I, all she ever cared to do was use us—use us until there was nothing left. And before all of this, our lives were simple, we had peace, no one ever bothered us, although there wasn’t many that came by, came to buy. Continue reading “If I were a Pencil”

My Turn

August 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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The victim was unconscious, their skin was cold as ice and body still as rock. There was no trace of the victim’s attacker, only bite marks of unfamiliarity presented itself. I knew it wasn’t a vampire, for that the bites had more than two punctures aligned with one another. I knew that it was no werewolf, for that the punctures were not large enough—plus, the victims head would no longer be a part of their body if it had been. Before I could even get a grasp of what could have done this, an odd sound appeared from the shadows. I began to get the chills, I was uncertain of what was behind. Continue reading “My Turn”

Beauty of Seattle

July 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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I’ve always had wondering mind, I can’t help it. In a world as crazy as this one, how could anyone free their mind completely. Although, sometimes it isn’t the craziness that distracts us, but the beauty it seems.  For every time me and my friend Kyle went to a Starbucks to study, there was always that one woman that would walk in smelling like roses, smelling like heaven—if heaven smelt good, I’d at least think so. Or the woman would wield a radiant glow that wouldn’t blind most men, but freeze them.  Being the guys that we were, we’d never build up the courage to introduce ourselves. We’d always make up excuses saying, “Well, she’s probably got a boyfriend.” Or “She looks busy, probably doesn’t have the time for guys or a boyfriend.” But we both knew that we were jumping into conclusion. Kyle however didn’t back down, he always felt guys asked women out way too much and that they should be the ones to do so. I’d agree with Kyle, but there was one problem—she wasn’t the one who was interested, he was—so it would seem that it was Kyle’s move not hers, but he remained seated as always, glancing over his new harry potter book like a lion in the tall grass. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle”

War of Ferra

July 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The world… It’s quite magical when you think about it, if you stand still, just for a moment, you can see just how lively and peaceful it can be. Ferra use to believe the same, but after she went off to serve in the war, everything changed. She was different, not just personality wise, but with people. She always adored meeting new people and more so roses, but what she experienced changed all of that. Continue reading “War of Ferra”

The Bowman

July 6, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The bowman was hungry, he hadn’t eaten for days—at least not since he last had dinner with his family. The days had gotten a lot colder, harsh, and the bowman hadn’t a clue to when he would return—when it was okay to. Continue reading “The Bowman”

Zero Haze: Daughter of Mother Nature

June 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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“Where here. Welcome to Ras El Tin palace.” The woman said.

“Ras El Tin? You mean like the one in Egypt. “The man replied.

“Yes, like the one in Egypt. We are in Egypt matter a fact. How did you know? Have you been here before? Let me guess in your dreams.”

“Funny… but no. I have never been here before, but I have seen it on the discovery channel before.”

The woman pondered, as she stood dazed and confused. “What is a discovery channel? Is that some sort of path or trail?” Continue reading “Zero Haze: Daughter of Mother Nature”