July 16, 2017 by Patrick Starks
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”
June 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks
My pen… you have always been my greatest weapon, my greatest friend. You know me, you listen to me, and feel what I feel. Are you a replication of me? Or are you truly here to help. You must be here to help—you have been with me since I was a child. Continue reading “My Pen and I”
June 4, 2017 by Patrick Starks
“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”