Jahvon "Jex" John
Bio
I am a self taught writer and visual artist. Creating everything from poetry to films.
"Paintings tells their story, books show their tales."
-Jex
My virtual portfolio can be found on:
Vimeo.com/SSJex
instagram: _Jahvon
Reddit: u/Inevitable_Jex
Stories (21/0)
The Death of Hubris: The Last Dragon.
1: When I arrived. There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Her voice buttery smooth, close, as if lips pressed and opened, elegantly, to form these beautiful words just beside my ear. In this deep, what they called, activating meditation, I did not feel the need to react. Postured straight, legs curled inwards, hands palming my knees, in a western native sit. My onyx locks naturally pulling my head back, the sun’s rays cast a reddish tint behind my eye lids. The shallow, barely noticeable hairs on my neck and uncovered arms stood at attention. This cavern wafted with fresh, salty winds. The sun was at its highest. I could feel the outside heat permeate through the volcanic, porous walls. Where she taught, The AshVase. It resembled a handmade clay vas with two gapes. One in its upper spout, the other on its side cradling the floor.
By Jahvon "Jex" John2 years ago in Fiction
Who's really to blame? Pt. 2
Years pass and to the boards surprise, the day after their first physical encounter, the couple stormed out of the resort. Arm in arm. To make a new life for themselves far away from this lavish peninsulas coast. Beyond the town, county and even the republic. To a place hidden deep within a remote town that fed off of the land. A country town. A real back to basics transition of social living. A place where they were accepted as young adults taking a chance at love and happiness. With open arms to the small neighborhood took these strays in. Becoming part of their regular regime of this heaven on earth.
By Jahvon "Jex" John2 years ago in Fiction
Who's really to blame?
This is how it starts. For an entire decade she played the game of love and obedience. She never twice questioned who the real object of importance was. Him or her. I say twice because the moment she realized they both can’t possibly make it out of this, she-. I’d rather show you.
By Jahvon "Jex" John2 years ago in Fiction
We could be nowhere.
Excitement was reduced to a hushed silence. Frigid static. The air felt lifeless. Skin crawled and goosed. The dryness of the autumn morning fog swept across, in between a circling of corn fields. View was diminished. You could only see ten or so feet from the boarded window. This made it difficult when the question of escape began the day.
By Jahvon "Jex" John2 years ago in Fiction
Why must the King fall?
My father told me of past powers, systematic control, how empires prove worthy and especially- The Sacrifice. This he never explained. Better yet, as I now understand, he couldn’t conjure words worthy of an explanation. And neither can I.
By Jahvon "Jex" John2 years ago in Fiction
Karate Blossoms Part 2
I missed my shift that coming day. I didn't leave my apartment. There was nothing important enough. Even though I work the downstairs deli. That was the only downside. I blasted music, paced, wore headphones over my hooded head. Myrtle, the co shop keep, banged on the door for the greater part of the morning. Pounding while shouting my name. The items on the counter next to the door slowly chattered to the edge. Good thing they lived across town and the deli closes at 12pm on Sundays. I was saved by the bell again.
By Jahvon "Jex" John3 years ago in Fiction
The Partridge
Heavy respirations, a forward moving panting, straining advancements fill these deserted corridors. Trampling. Wheezing. A forceful smash into a cornering wall, the sprinkling of concrete that rains onto the floor. A desperate man in a panicked flee.
By Jahvon "Jex" John3 years ago in Fiction
Karate Blossoms
“Mary Gold! And in the palm of kings. From a goddess, behold-“ he preached “A lost Anunnaki.” From afar, the basal of the hall, it was heard. The chant of unknown wonderment. All words, names and juju reciting that was neither unknown or new to me. In a dialect that came across clear intermediately. He ended with:
By Jahvon "Jex" John3 years ago in Fiction
