Who is Truant D. Memphis?

Truant Delighted Memphis is an author, occasional performer, alter-ego, fictional character, adventurer, sloppy guitar player, martial artist, untrained image maker, child, sibling, husband and father. He was born and raised in Texas. An orphan, at age 16 he wandered away from his foster home on foot in search of adventure. He is married to Daffodil Fields. They have two children: Daniel Trate (adopted), and a baby girl named Peaceful Dreaming Memphis (Sweet Pea for short).

An existential Agent on a never ending mission for an omniscient Bob (who we think is what other people call God, though we haven't confirmed that yet), all of Truant's writings are assignments from Bob and in accordance with Bob's plans for humanity, the universe, alternate dimensions, alternate realities, alternate timelines, the afterlife, dogs, and the future of fried chicken. Come on, join Truant on his journey.

The Works


Littlethumb Sneezed:

What would happen if everything in the world froze but you?

Littlethumb Sneezed is the tale of prolific artist and renowned philanthropist Littlethumb Brooks. From the discovery of his creative genius as a child to his rise to fame, join Littlethumb on a satirical journey through the world of American pop culture. It is a life filled with love, laughter, charity, art, disguises, magic tricks, international intrigue, and unfortunately, horrible tragedy. There’s also a punk rocker named Tommy Toxic.

It began with the Occurrence. Littlethumb was a little boy…

Post
Oh!pocalypto
Poppycock:

The beginning of the middle of the end is here...
A farce in three acts! Who knew the apocalypse could be so much fun? Follow our cast on an adventure through the city of Las Vegas, where everyone in town wants to get their hands on a stolen black case and a beautiful Princess. There are amazing car chases, tons of super cool cameos, arguably the greatest rock concert of all time, and what sort of apocalyptic adventure would it be if we didn’t save the entire planet by the end of the show?

Post Oh!pocalypto Poppycock may be the most important literary work of a generation. Of course, “may” and “important” are broadly defined terms, so don’t take our word for it:

“Like reading someone overact.” - Vampire Gene Siskel

“This is where we’re headed folks! Hellfire, brimstone…” - The Reverend Jimmy “Gimme” Cash

“This book goes blue early and never looks back, so basically the author stole my shtick.” - The Archangel Lenny Bruce

“This guy doesn’t even know how to spell right and stuff, but I liked it.” - Anonymous subway patron

“This book reads like it was written by a 12 year old child on LSD.” - Truant’s 12 year old nephew

“It’s filthy, but if you can get through the layer of filth, underneath, you will find a whole other layer of filth.” - Your mom

“Haplessly irreverent.” - My mom

“Truant Memphis’ attempts to make a mockery of the English language are a mockery of themselves. Sophomoric at best.” - Every tenth grade English Teacher ever

“The fastest action sequences I’ve ever read!” - Patrick Swayze’s ghost

“It’s music for Millennials, man.” - Confused stoner

“The author’s sense of hopefulness for humanity demonstrated throughout the story is as childish and unrealistic as the story itself.” - Steve
DAFFODIL:

An existential odyssey through space, time, and a young woman’s mind.

I wrote this adventure in an effort to save the universe. Is my ego truly that monolithic? Maybe, but it wasn’t my idea to write a book to save the universe. This was an assignment from a Bob I know that may be God. She made me do this. The only choice I had in the matter was what to write about. I chose to tell you about the woman I love and how we saved the universe together the first time around. Of course, this means telling you about all the times we saved the universe in between the day we met and the end of this book, until this book ends, at which point we will have saved the universe again if everything goes according to plan, which it rarely does.

Anyway, if you enjoy a little chaos, a little time inside the squishy maze we call the human brain, a little taste of emotionally compromised writing, a little desperate love from a desperate man, you might want to read this exercise in confusion. I can’t promise you’ll enjoy my musings or rants or punchlines, but I can promise you this: Life is a run-on sentence.

Your friend,
Truant

The Boy Who Fell from the Past:

A passage. This story is a passage. A chapter from my earliest adventures. A moment in time recounting the first time I traveled through time…or something like that. I may have been dimension hopping. We’re still not certain. Anyway, I share this with you because it was also the first time (time, time, time…) I met Ezekiel and Jacob Trate, or any other member of the Trate family. I share this with you because it was the first time I met Frank. I share this with you because the whole deal was a portal full of fun (you’ll get this joke once you start reading).

Anyway, open up and come on in. Let me introduce you to these folks. Believe it or not, they’ve likely saved your life at some point. They definitely saved mine.

I hope you enjoy our story.

Your friend,
Truant
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