Mowgli and I

September 6, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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(Episode 1)

The things I saw, the things I experienced, were not of my world or yours—and in a world so different, it was a surprise I could even breathe. People where I lived would always talked about how much they’d love to travel, the souvenirs and the food they’d collect—but if you ever bared witness to the things I’ve seen, your heart would probably turn inside out—turning you back to your home, to the place you once evaded—only for a moment of what you felt would be peace or paradise. Continue reading “Mowgli and I”

What I was

September 3, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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I wasn’t always like this. I used to be free, I used to be graceful, yet grateful of this life—especially when I was amongst the others. People today would call it conformity, but it wasn’t it all like that—we were a family. We gathered food together, we traveled together, we played together, and most of the time, laughed together—it was truly an artistic life, one that I never wished the paintbrush to leave. Continue reading “What I was”

One Night, Two Lights

August 23, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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(Episode III to Night Light)

It was one of the wettest days of New York, Night was drenched and now even more eager to find his sister as the storms worsened. “The hell am I doing here, what the hell is Ada doing here?” Night thought, but he would come to realize that what he perceived as evil was not evil to others—that what he saw as sins, were not the sins of others, not the sins of his father. Continue reading “One Night, Two Lights”

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 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”

Trees: From Root to Stem

June 28, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The day was hot and muggy. The man stood in front of what appeared to be over a hundred lumberjacks. He tried to explain to them what he saw, what he discovered, but little did anyone care to hear his words.  He’d hoped his best friend Jeff would get an idea of what he was talking about, that he’d understand. But not a word was given, not even the slightest bit of movement—it was as if everyone was frozen in time. The man pleaded for understanding. A few of the men he spoke to walked away, frustrated and annoyed. Life was hard enough already, and being that no one needed lumber for the summer—they weren’t making much of a profit in their line of work either. If they sold anything, it was to teenagers and young adults who just wanted to party and have bonfires. The man’s antics however were not over. He felt that he could sway them, only if they knew the truth—knew his truth.  Continue reading “Trees: From Root to Stem”

TREEs

June 25, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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In a planet filled with green and blue, people still seek to find out what was true. It was said that oceans ruled the world, flooding cities and countries making people bow for forgiveness, for they felt their sins were the cause of all its destruction. But the one thing people had forgotten was what watched over them—trees.

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