My Chivalry, My Soul

September 15. 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The world has changed a lot from when I was a child, and sometimes it doesn’t even feel like I fit in at all, not anymore—maybe I was born of a different planet, and that my parents hadn’t found the courage to tell me yet, these of course were just guesses, but the things others would say, would make me feel otherwise. People would always say that I’m too nice or to kind, but what kind of world would we be in, if always serious, if always rude to one another, what would that mean for our humanity, our existence, I thought. Continue reading “My Chivalry, My Soul”

Beauty of Seattle 3

September 8, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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(Episode 3)

Here we were, all three of us—the beauty, the beast, and I. I’d now learned all that I needed of the mystery behind the victim that was murdered—more so, I’d now learn just how jealous the beast was. He was an insecure one, one that would do just about anything to keep the drool of other men from falling onto his precious, his love—that in which appeared to be more of a prisoner than anything.

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Beauty of Seattle 2

August 25, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode 2)

The sheriff told me that he would need me for further investigation, but I never expected it to take this long. Everyone including myself smelt horribly, we hadn’t showered for at least a whole week, and barely did we eat—my stomach sounded like a hot tea pot as it boiled in aggravation. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle 2”

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”