Hey, I'm Jake. I've been writing for a few years now and I've slowly gotten better and better as I've continued. I like to think that I have my own unique style when it comes to storytelling, but I steal a lot when it comes to style. My biggest inspirations are The Twilight Zone and Chuck Palahniuk (specifically Fight Club.)
Hope you enjoy what I've written and will be gracious enough to leave me a review (negative or positive) on what you thought of the story, what you think I can improve on, and...yeah.
-Jake
Planned Works:
Righteous Need: He had nothing. No Family. No Home. No Belonging. But he had a story. A story so unbelievable and farfetched that almost I didn't even believe him.
The Faithful: I woke up one morning...and I no longer knew who I was. I felt detached and distant from what I once was, and an aching pain in my gut throbbed and begged to be cured. Blood...I needed blood.
Current Works:
Everyone's a Martyr: Our Country is a shadow of what it once was. It now lays corrupted and dismantled. A standoff, rife with betrayal, bloodshed, and eternal damnation threatens to turn the world upside down. Will any survive? My first complete novel, I'm planning on going back and re-writing it and making it more cohesive, any help is very much appreciated.
Completed Works:
Seven Tips on How to Die: Jeffery Koehler seems pretty ordinary at glance...a complete dick, but pretty ordinary. In fact, even he thinks he's just run of the mill (alright, not really. He firmly believes that he's the shit.) But little does Jeffery know, he's destined for something more.
Favorite Quotes:
"The old order will be dismantled. Abolishment of Human Nature. Free from death, suffering, and sin." --Afterimage (Forged in Perfect Design)
"A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side. When buried, his tomb will breathe. His hands will rise from his shallow grave...Begging only for sleep. Dear father, I'll be waiting, I've saved you a seat in Hell. For you stand knee deep, in the blood of your bastard son." --Job For A Cowboy (Knee Deep)
"While we thought we were learning how to live, We have been learning how to die. I should have known, we will be legends." --Norma Jean (Songs Sung Much Sadder)
"We all want to be somebody, but right now we're just looking for the exit. This is the way I would have done things...Up against the wall, you've got me up against your wall. We're all reaching out for a hand that's never going to be there." --UnderOath (Reinventing Your Exit)
"God save this gun slinging generation: 'Tell God I will return in the morning.' This Christ you preach, I know, but who are you? Your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men. Figure eights. This pistol is my ministry." --The Chariot (The Company, The Comfort, and The Grave)
"Whores with halos wishing for wings. Your children yearning for their disease. Give us that potion to make everything right. Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight." --Maylene and the Sons of Disaster (Hell on the Rise)
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