Ace Antonio Hall
Birthday:
4 July 1966, Elmhurst, Queens, New York, USA
Birth Name:
Acemandese Nzondi Hall
Height:
183 cm
Ace Antonio Hall was born Acemandese Nzondi Hall in Elmhurst Hospital in Queens. He is the youngest son of painter, illustrator and songwriter, Christopher Hall, and RN Alice Hall (Thomas). He has an older sister, Carol Brown, an older brother Christopher Hall III, a deceased older sister, Patricia Hall and two half-siblings by his father's ot...
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Ace Antonio Hall was born Acemandese Nzondi Hall in Elmhurst Hospital in Queens. He is the youngest son of painter, illustrator and songwriter, Christopher Hall, and RN Alice Hall (Thomas). He has an older sister, Carol Brown, an older brother Christopher Hall III, a deceased older sister, Patricia Hall and two half-siblings by his father's other relationship. His father is African-American. His mother is African-American, and also has Irish and Cherokee ancestry.When Ace was two-years-old, his family left their home in Bushwick, Brooklyn, and moved to Elmont, Long Island. Soon after, Ace moved to Jacksonville, Florida to be raised by his grandparents. Once he graduated from Jean Ribault Senior High School, he moved back to New York and received his BFA with a concentration in screenwriting from C. W. Post, Long Island University. He taught middle school English for over a decade before moving to Los Angeles and becoming a director of Education for the Sylvan Learning Center.Ace made his professional writing debut in April 2013, when Montag Press published his young adult zombie novel, Confessions of Sylva Slasher. Since then, he has published several short stories in anthologies, magazines, online, and newspaper periodicals. Show less «
I have been enamored by darker side of things since watching the Creature Features television program when I was eight years old. I knew the...Show more »
I have been enamored by darker side of things since watching the Creature Features television program when I was eight years old. I knew the moment I saw The Creature from the Black Lagoon, Abbott and Costello Meets Frankenstein and Hitchcock's Psycho that I wanted to write science fiction and pursued a BFA from Long Island University. The stories which seemed immovable from my thought process and have influenced me greatly are Parable of the Sower, Neuromancer, The Stand, Night of The Living Dead and every episode from the Twilight Zone series. Believe it or not, Dead World Living (my first manuscript/novel) was influenced by the very first novel I read as a ten year old boy, Escape From Witch Mountain by Alexander Key; talk about how important first impressions are. Show less «
There's not too much anyone can't do if they have an inkling of talent or skill, add a dash of consistency and a sprinkle of plain old OCD.
There's not too much anyone can't do if they have an inkling of talent or skill, add a dash of consistency and a sprinkle of plain old OCD.
Watch what you allow yourself to listen to or who you allow the gift of your presence. You can take a long bath, bath yourself in cologne or...Show more »
Watch what you allow yourself to listen to or who you allow the gift of your presence. You can take a long bath, bath yourself in cologne or sweet perfumes, and put on brand new clothes, but once you step in a garbage truck, and stand there, not doing nothing, trust me, you will stink just like the garbage. Of course, garbage is a metaphor for anything negative, bad or just plain trash; men, women, friends, habits. Show less «
If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.
If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.
A path toward Truth is darkness; a journey through the woods, at night, blindfolded. Find 'Self' & you can find Light with eyes closed.
A path toward Truth is darkness; a journey through the woods, at night, blindfolded. Find 'Self' & you can find Light with eyes closed.
He was drop-dead gorgeous and I, well I was just ... dead.
He was drop-dead gorgeous and I, well I was just ... dead.
We can not escape tragic roads. It is like grasping at the sun & trying to catch air. We must take one step at-a-time. Keep going
We can not escape tragic roads. It is like grasping at the sun & trying to catch air. We must take one step at-a-time. Keep going
The best thing about this journey is I know I have it in me to keep going. Battle-tested, you know? Now, my heart laughs at the word 'quit'.
The best thing about this journey is I know I have it in me to keep going. Battle-tested, you know? Now, my heart laughs at the word 'quit'.
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