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TTMAB7
Hometown: Cheyenne, WY
Age: 28
Specialization: Action, Anime/Manga, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Horror, Pen and Ink, Pencil/Colored, Religion/Spirituality, Sci-Fi, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Revenge
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Ah, what's to say really? I'm working to get published as an author, though I'm not having much luck. I'm working on my third novel, and have a number of short stories, including one published in Issue 3 of The Open Vein (www.theopenvein.com ).
It's been a rough road to getting published, but I know that it's what I was put on earth to do. I was actually named after a character in a novel. I have a dream, a dream of coming from nothing to set the writing world on fire, tearing it apart and redefining what horror is. I know it's probably a foolish, unrealistic dream, but I can't help it. I have to try. Writing is all I can do, all I've ever been able to do. I have a feeling that I'll either achieve all my dreams, succeed at the seemingly impossible and become the writer I know I can be, or fail spectacularly and be resigned to obscurity for the rest of my life. I don't think there's a middle ground for me, and that the odds are stacked against me, but I'm not going to stop, not going to give up. I can't. Writing isn't a hobby, isn't a just for fun thing. It's all I know. This resistance, this struggle to achieve breeds courage, forces me to constantly improve and hone my skills. Maybe some day I'll be able to look back from the other side of success and acclaim, reach out to help others who are in the place that I'm in now. A man can dream, can't he?
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Interests
Activities: Writing, Listening to music, playing videogames (Working on Fatal Frame right now. Spooky.), watching movies.
Favorite Music: It's an eclectic list. VAST, Slipknot, The Tea Party, Lustmord, Prodigy, Baroque classical music, Shpongle, and lots more.
Favorite TV Shows: They're almost all cancelled. :( MST3K (Rifftrax, and The Film Crew too), Rocko's Modern Life, Beakman's World, Masters of Horror, and a few others that I can't think of right now. :P
Favorite Movies: I love horror movies, especially the cheesy ones. I like intelligent, well-written ones too, but those are a lot less frequent. In no particular order: Saw, Imprint, One Hour Photo, Equilibrium, The Die Hard movies, Pi, Requiem for a Dream, The Fountain, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, Salvage, King of the Ants, Dangerous Liasons, etc.
Favorite Books: Fahrenheit 451 (if you like it, watch Equilibrium!), The Thief of Always, Arkham Asylum, Blood and Shadows, The Old Man and the Sea, The Killing Joke, H.P. Lovecraft, Poe, etc.
Influences: Clive Barker, Poe, Lovecraft, Hemingway, Terry Brooks, Robert Jordan, etc.
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Bullion -
on picture: snooze
mystical cat, sleeps the afternoon away. We suppose the cat is not living, but it is living in the dreamscape of it's own positionality. It knows that it doesnt know and thats enough for it, for today, so it naps. Lovely creature, of beauty and art, sculpted from Nothing, left to wander the spaces it finds before it. Blessed cat, napping and dreaming, only to wake to a new dream, it is recognizing little by little.
Nice pic,
Bullion Grey
www.bulliongre y.com
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TTMAB7 -
I like that. :D
Glad you like the pic.
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Dustin -
Hey man, I don't know if you still come on this but I thought I would let you know the first 2 episodes of Tormented II are up on my page if you want to read them.
How goes life?
I hope your well my friend!
Cheers! :)
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TTMAB7 -
Hey! I don't come on as much (obviously) but I'll check it out.
Life's good. Finished novel #3. Still not published. How about you? Hope you're well.
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Dustin -
Hey bro, how have you been? I hope your well and let me know what you have been up to when you can?
Anything new in the works?
I am working on something even darker than Tormented was for this October.
Cheers! :)
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TTMAB7 -
Hehe, thanks. He was always showing off to the female peacocks.
The funny thing is, when he was doing that, I could sneak around behind him and pet the downy feathers on his back.
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AngelaLao -
Happy New year 2009 and best wishes for you!! ^o^ Angela Lao
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AngelaLao -
Hi! How are you these days? Add me on Facebook! I'm there nowadays yeah! ^o^
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Dustin -
Episode 10 is up...enjoy it, it is the finale.
Cheers! =D
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Dustin -
Have not seen the movie but wanted to so bad and when it comes to DVD I will definetly be watching it.
I'll check the link and I am about to write Episode 9. Thank you and sorry for the delay.
Cheers! =D
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ttmab7's Featured Art
The Lady Killer (Rated R!)
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The Lady Killer
by Brandon J. Perkins
Father Johannes walked down the long hallway that led into the heart of the asylum. He had dedicated himself to helping these poor lost souls, doing what he could to save them. But it was not an easy task. Each morning, as the carriage dropped him off and he collected his bags and walked inside, he felt a mixture of fear and elation. Who knew what the coming day would bring? But today would be a day he would not, could not forget.
The guard was ahead of him, the keys attached to his pants jingling with every step. He held a candle-holder, with a plump white candle on top of it. The hallways leading down the asylum were always dark, even in the daytime, as there were no windows. The guard stopped in front of one of many rusting metal doors, number 776, and unlocked it. Father Johannes felt the nervousness within him rising. Today his patient was a very special one. Today his patient was the Lady Killer, one of the most notorious men Austria had ever seen. He had been found a few months ago, at the scene of his final murder, cradling the body. The guard opened the door, and Father Johannes entered the room. The guard closed and locked the door behind him. Father Johannes looked down at his patient, lying on a small cot on the floor. He was a lean, young man of about twenty, with a handsome face. A ladykiller in both senses of the word, Johannes thought. The man was dressed in white garments provided by the asylum, although he still had his powdered wig. He was still a man of some power. The man looked up.
"Hello, Father," he said.
"Hello my son," Father Johannes replied, "What is your name?"
"I am Anatole Denadre, son of the late Lord Denadre." Father Johannes suppressed a gasp of surprise. This man was not a lesser lord, as he had assumed, but was the son of one of the most powerful men in all Vienna. My God, Father Johanness thought. The man had enough money to buy the asylum he was in, as well as all the land for ten miles around it. Not that it would do him any good now, of course.
"So tell me, my son," Father Johannes asked, "they tell me you requested an audience with me. Why?"
Anatole looked up at him. "I need a knife to free myself, father."
Father Johannes looked at him incredulously, thinking it some sort of jest.
"Well... my son, you know I can't do that," he said.
Anatole gave a slight chuckle. "Forgive me father, you misunderstand."
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