My credentials: BA in English Literature with an Emphasis in Creative Writing
Two minors: Psychology and Chinese Language and Culture
Aquarium Maintenance and Marine Life Behavior
The Endangered Dragon Rehabilitation Center
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Legend says that long before Elgarest was a kingdom, the Gods walked the barren lands and saw how many people populated their world. They saw how good humans could be, and decided to gift them with dragons to befriend. To ride. But, centuries later, legend tells another story. How an evil man angered the gods. How he caused the disease. It began in the high snowy mountains, infecting snow dragons, and then spread to other species as the snow dragons traveled to other lands to get away, hoping to avoid getting sick. It began to wipe them out at a rapid pace. Thousands turned to hundreds. Hundreds turned to dozens. The people of Elgarest were horrified, watching helplessly as the most sacred animal of their culture began to die off. That is, until my mother invented the cure. And founded the Endangered Dragon Rehabilitation Center. People claimed the gods gifted her with the ability to heal the great animals. I believe otherwise, that she simply defied the gods. Bypassed their anger.
Thick grey clouds covered the sun, making it seem gloomy in downtown. People walking around, coming out of their houses and apartments in warm clothes and sweatshirts. A mother with her three daughters ventured down the street from their car to a pastry shop, on her way to pick up a cake for the Christmas season.
The Owl on the Gravestone
I stand in front of the gravestone in my black funeral gown. Tights and black heels. Hair tied back. I had worn it so many times before throughout my life it was like second nature to me. Dressing for a funeral. Respecting the dead. Honoring their life with the blackness of my clothing.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Ah. Relaxation. It's so difficult to achieve with the world being as chaotic and messy as it has been in the past year. It's no wonder thousands of people in 2021 want to seek out articles that help them figure out how to fall asleep faster, relax easier, and find their center to be present. In 2022, I know there will be thousands more seeking articles that will help them prioritize their rest as their News Years Resolution.
I think there is a thing to be said about how little we humans know about animals. For one, their mysteriousness has lead us to believe all sorts of assumptions about them that really don't make sense. For example, the assumption that because animals do not speak the same languages or use their mouths a certain way, then they must not be smart enough to understand us in turn. In reality, what we need to realize is that animals are probably smarter than us in a lot of ways. I've tried numerous times to communicate this throughout my life.
Jack, the Hero Dog
I was seven years old the day it happened. We lived in a house in a rich neighborhood. Marble floors. Quality carpet. A swimming pool. It was my favorite childhood home because it was the closest place to where all my friends lived, where they could ride their bikes a few feet and be where I was.
In the Life of Velonna Patrick
My pen name is Velonna Patrick. I have a Bachelors in English Literature with an Emphasis in Creative Writing, two minors in psychology and Chinese Language and Culture. I am working on two extra certifications on Herbalism and Aquarium Maintenance and Marine Life Behavior, and I am currently earning my Masters degree to further hone my skills in creative writing as well.
I Am a Cat
I am a cat. That was made clear to me the moment a human picked me up at cooed at me: “kitty!” they said. I don’t like humans picking me up most of the time. They seem to melt or lose their minds whenever they see me. I get it. I’m cute! And humans are so easy. I suppose when humans call me their “handsome little man” or their “baby boy” it isn’t so bad. As long as they feed me that is. I don’t swish this tail and roll over on my back for shits and giggles. It’s how I survive.
In the glen I sat and sketched a picture of a bird in a tree. I traced it’s wings, head, feet, and tail feathers before it flew away. I looked at the picture that I drew and started to add details to it, adding the colors and the details of the birds face. But after a while I felt that my memory was starting to fade, and I stood up and started to walk around the glen, looking for the bird. I walked toward a beautiful stream, rushing water gliding down moss covered rocks into a pool teeming with life. I looked down into the water and saw something glimmering white at the bottom. A beautiful koi fish drifted by the object, and glanced at it for a moment before continuing to swim across the pool of paradise.
Body of Water
I think one of the few things people know about spirituality, is that it's a practice uniquely tuned with your body and your environment in such a way that as soon as you become in tune with what is around you, your body interacts with the environment on a molecular level.