My Heart, My Kryptonite

August 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Growing up I’ve always wanted to be a hero, or some sort of superhero, but I always lacked the special abilities to do so. Batman was of course the closest I could relate to. I was never wealthy man—not like him, but always felt he was like everyone else—normal. He never had any super powers, but he had heart, that’s what my brother always thought. But as much as I felt I could relate to Batman, my favorite was Superman. Continue reading “My Heart, My Kryptonite”

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”