When it Rains

September 14th, 2019 by Patrick Starks PART II A warm golden light had beamed through the hole of a worn-out window curtain, along with a cold draft. It was morning. And the smell of rotten eggs was in the air. There was someone or something snoring behind me, but I couldn’t really make anything outContinue reading “When it Rains”

When It Rains

September 7th. 2019 by Patrick Starks When I was just twelve years old life was pretty neutral, somewhat chaotic, but neutral. I really didn’t know what I wanted to be or if I even cared really, but then there was that night a strange man approached me on my way back home. It was coldContinue reading “When It Rains”

TUXEDo: Part II

July 6th, 2019 by P. Starks Dad had always been so infatuated with suits. For as long as I could remember, he’d worn one every day but there I stood in a cold closet still trying to see the significance to them that he saw. He never explained it, however, in the palm of myContinue reading “TUXEDo: Part II”