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”

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 Tattooist

July 19, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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Today is my first day. I’m a little nervous, but I’ve waited my whole life for this opportunity. I can’t chicken out now. I’ve been begging Alexa for to give me this chance for years now, and with the kick ass portfolio I’ve developed—I have to say, it opened the door towards my destiny.  Continue reading “The Tattooist”

Here I Soar—A Dragon

July 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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When I was just a little one, my mother taught me three important lessons—lessons that creatures like she and I needed to know. The first lesson was flying. You were nothing to anyone if you couldn’t fly. My first time trying it was scary, although I must admit, it wasn’t willingly either. I still remember it like it was yesterday, the moment when mom let me go. My body just fell when she did so, plummeting straight for the ground which would determine my fate—the fate if I lived to go on and be big and strong, or just end, right then and there. As I continued to fall, I assumed she wouldn’t just let me die, but what she told me afterwards made me think otherwise. Continue reading “Here I Soar—A Dragon”

The Heart of Caroline

July 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Caroline… She was only sixteen when we became official partners in crime. We were just teenagers then—high schoolers, with no clue to what the world had to offer us. Caroline was of course drooled over by all the boys, the jocks, in which I hated the most. They’d always come around us during lunchtime singing that song by Outkast called “Roses”. And it was obvious they only sang it because her name was in it—and man did that song get stuck my head, still annoys me today. I on the other hand, I was just the opposite. I was the loner, the rebel, if you will. No one really cared about me, not any girl, but Caroline did. Continue reading “The Heart of Caroline”

Elmo and I

July 9, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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It was always quiet when I was a child, never loud, crazy or exciting. For some that was a surprise, I had four brothers and a sister after all—it was easy to say we were a big family. For the number of us that there were, our parents always made sure we got what we wanted, especially during the holidays, but if you’re thinking we were spoiled—we weren’t. Continue reading “Elmo and I”