F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)

December 10, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

There me and Alexis stood. Her eyes were watery, and her hair was damp. She would move in closer to me with her size 6 vans, as her friend Miranda waited patiently for what she believed would be a kodak moment, or fireworks. I hadn’t talked to Alexis for weeks, for months, at least not after our big breakup; although, I did have my reasons, two important reasons to be exact—Linda, and the fact that Alexis was… Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds (Part II)”

F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds

December 2, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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High School was hell for me, more so life as I viewed it. My mind was fragile, just as most people’s minds are, it was human I would trick myself into believing. In my life, sadness would always swarm around my head like fruit flies, blocking all confidence that I ever had to exist, and I really, I honestly, just wanted just that—to be free from it all. Me and Linda always felt life to be just a big popularity competition, a competition for the insecure we laughed. I obviously wasn’t on the top chart as you can tell by my tone of confidence, not even the top million, but I knew Linda would be at least somewhere in the rankings—to me Linda was better than any Beyonce, or Katy Perry, she was life. At night when me and Linda gazed at the stars, she and I would always talk about someday leaving the planet and traveling to another, naming our two to three children—Pluto, Venus, or Mercury in which we both believed to be unisex. Linda and I were truly soulmates, together to the end. Out of all the people I had grown to know in my life, all I had grown to love, I never knew that it would be Linda to take her own life. Continue reading “F.R.A.G.I.L.E Minds”

Becoming Human

November 26, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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 When I met god for the first time it was unlike anything one would imagine, he wasn’t really tall, nor short; he wasn’t dark nor light, you couldn’t really tell, he wasn’t anything in particular, he was… everythingؙ—the wind, the rain, the trees, the sand even, you name it, and he would be at least one, if not them all. Most had assumed that god was in fact a he, but not even we as gods soldiers knew what god truly was, let alone his gender, if he even had one.  God was god, it didn’t really matter what he was to us, although, hearing gentle voices through the wind was enough for any of us to fear what he or she could be if pissed off in any way—it sparked not only mine, but everyone else’s curiosity to discover the mystery of mysteries. Continue reading “Becoming Human”

Hope for Seattle

November 19th, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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It had been months since I fled the beautiful city of Seattle. It hadn’t been the same for a long time but the semi-molded fries from Dicks burgers brought me back to a memory when things were calm, when things were perfect—days of greasy burgers, strawberry milk shakes, and laughter were all I could ever think about as the days went on. But I was running low on gas, and out of caffeine as well. So, I decided it be best I just pulled over.  I needed to close my eyes for a bit; I hadn’t slept for at least six days, and I really just needed to forget about all that had happened, although, love is one of the hardest things to forget about, at least for me it was. Continue reading “Hope for Seattle”

What I was

November 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

It had now been seven years since the sand of the battlefield streamed between gaps of my toes. And I was happy, but a part of me was still lost from that day. There were still things that I needed to know, to understand—what I was, and what I am now. I now wielded the power of Winter and Fall; sadly Spring as well, as it was revealed earlier on that his envy and greed would be the cause of his death; to think a child could do so much still baffles me today. Continue reading “What I was”

Elmo and I

October 31st. 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part 2: Happy Halloween!

It was December 25th, 1996—Christmas morning. The room was bright, filled with jolliness, but cold for a day in Texas as the chattering of teeth surrounded the table. But to warm things up, Mom had cooked the family her famous blueberry pancakes with chocolate chip, as it was accompanied by her renowned homemade maple syrup. Yet, through it all, through the heavenly mountain of gluttony my face would nose dive towards, without hesitation, I’d work my way to the bacon, then to the sausage, and around the eggs, as I was never fond of the gooey substance. And I’d repeat the same cycle again, begging for another plate, begging for larger arteries, giving me second wind only to consume more. Continue reading “Elmo and I”

Beauty of Seattle

October 22, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part 4

The whole room would turn into a tornado as all the novels and plays from the rarest of Greek literature surrounded us. The Beast however wasn’t afraid, not even concerned for the conditioning of those books; he was content, embraced in the moment. One book here, two book there, as they smacked the side of the Beast face from everywhere. No ripple of movement was formed upon his bristle skin, as I would continue to play dodgeball in the very study that the Beast had led me in, and there in the middle of it all, bestowed the beauty. Continue reading “Beauty of Seattle”