Joe Patterson
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Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Dear Cookie & Papa
Dear Cookie and Papa, Of course your real names are Erma and Harry and you are my grandparents, but when all of your grandchildren were babies that’s what we heard you call each other. It’s been awhile since you both have been gone, but I am still grateful for the 25 years that I had you both in my life.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Bien
Dear Mazoo, Of course I call you Mazoo because we started calling each other Mazoo and Fazoo when we first we realized we had a mutual favorite movie, Mulan. Dear Bien, this Thanksgiving season marks one decade since we first met and became friends and I want you to know how grateful for that I am.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Rudy
Dear Rudy Lee, During this season of giving thanks I wanted to write you a letter telling you how thankful I am for you. So I wasn’t there when you were born because, well I didn’t exist, but you were there when I was born. The most interesting thing about our first encounter was you tried to convince our mother to leave me at the hospital the day I was born. This might seem cruel to most, but I give you a pass because I did almost cut your eye out when I was just two years old.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
United We Stand
Oliver and Christina are best friends on their way to their favorite bar named Frankie’s for the election results. As Oliver drives they both glance at each other with sarcastic smiles. Oliver is a Democrat who holds very liberal ideals and Christina is a Republican who holds very conservative ideals, yet they are best friends.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Babylon 2030
The year is 2030. A haze of smoke hovered over a city in flames. Beneath the rubble of the city hid a 24 year old young man named Alistair. He was surrounded by scattered pockets of fire, as well as lifeless corpses belonging to men, women and even children. In the distance he could hear gunfire and bombs detonating.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
