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The Journey of Raf Jennings

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            Many children do not remember their fourth birthday party. At such a young age, it’s difficult to truly grasp the concept of time and memory without some sort of significant occurrence taking place, whether it be the death of a family member or a trip to Disney World. For me, it was neither of those things, but something that would entirely change the person I would become.

This is Your Something

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The sirens had been howling for nearly twenty minutes. Ten of the twelve windowpanes in the storm door exploded against the porch railing when the door was ripped from Kate’s grasp. Trees leaned in the gust, bowing, kissing the ground in the presence of its eminence: the EF5 twister. A trash can summersaulted down the alley, smashing into a trucks windshield.

 

This is Africa

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A Zebu in Kong samba Africa waywardly wanders under the beautiful fur top feather trees of shaded green evening.  Moonscapes rake along the night of the lion paw path trail shedding shadows of carcasses too slow for their African foes.  Hooves once wild and free lay afoot along the dirt trodden trail and now align themselves to the never more.  They were seduced by the hungry breath of the cats who left scratch marks on their backs like wild fingerprints.  The price of freedom in this mecca of wildlife is steeper than the mountain trails of the Atlas Mountains near Morocco, and requiring the stealth and cunning observations of their locals.  Like that of the careful and eloquently equipped hillside goats of Mount Cameroun who have developed an awareness of their three hundred and sixty degree acute vision for their reality, here a one eyed Cyclops would have to develop a sixth sense to stay alive.

Mr. Jackson

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Artavious Jackson hung up his phone with an assuring smile and leaned back in the chair in his cubicle. On his desk sat a small glass trophy with a tiny placard at the bottom of it. The trophy was triangular, somewhat of a pyramid, with its jagged tip pointing toward the dropped ceiling. Next to that sat a banana and a tuna salad sandwich.

The Battle

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Anyone can make love complicated, that’s easy.  As everyone who’s been around love knows knows a romantic kiss can out burn and outlast a lifetime of monotone sex.  And although its true nobody ever really wants to break a heart or have their heart broken, yet here we lay slain and all alone in this goddam Garden of Eden wondering where all of life’s shit seems to come from.  It appears the only way we can be true to ourselves and still be happy is to lie to everyone else.