Who Is Dexter Peterson?

The Lives of Dexter Peterson is a three-part project from musician/writer Matthew Ebel and comic artist Genesis Whitmore. Based on a novella written by Ebel, the album, story, and comic are about a boy from New York City who finds himself inexplicably jumping from one life to the next, as though someone were changing the channels of his life and he’s the star of every single show. He can’t explain why nor can he see a pattern, all he knows is that a girl named Alexandria seems to follow him from one life to the next.

My name is Dexter Jared Peterson. I am 26 years old and I live in New York City. In the last seven years I have lived as 11,577 different people.

This is how Dexter begins every entry he writes in his journal. Whether he wakes up as a World War II soldier in the French countryside or a dolphin off the Hawaiian coast or a cinema-worshiping priest of a post-apocalyptic religious order, all Dexter can do is try to stay alive as his environment changes. Throughout it all he keeps track of his lives in a journal that, somehow, travels with him.


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Entries can be written, phoned in, drawn, photographed, or even on video. Do you know where, when, or whom Dexter might be next? Think about it… what would you do if you were suddenly somewhere else, someone else, somewhen else. You could be a different race or even a different species. What do you see? What’s happening around you? What skills do you suddenly have or languages do you suddenly speak fluently?

WRITERS & STORYTELLERS: Submit your own journal entries to be considered for a free copy of The Lives of Dexter Peterson, both the album and the story! Entries can be sent via email or phoned in at (503) 583-4254

ARTISTS: Do you see an entry that begs to be illustrated? Can you show an entire journal entry on your own with just the visuals? Submit your works as well!

PHOTOGRAPHERS & VIDEO PRODUCERS: Nothing says you can’t tell a story with a video or photo. If you’ve got an idea that needs to be told through real imagery, that counts too!

  • All suitable entries will be posted here. Winners will be selected by Matthew Ebel and Genesis Whitmore and posted to Matthew’s front page.
  • Writing winners will have their entries illustrated by Genesis Whitmore (if not already illustrated) and sent to them as a digital print. Once the album is released, all winners will also receive a free download of the album and novella.
  • Enter as many entries as you’d like, there’s no per-person limit.
  • All entries will be considered, but heavy violence or adult material aren’t likely to be posted anywhere.
  • Submit your entries at http://matthewebel.com/who-is-dexter-peterson/submit/
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Entry #4560: Invaders from Space

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Entry by Menokh. This entry needs artwork!

My name is Dexter Jared Peterson. I am 26 years old and I live in New York City. In the last seven years I have lived as 11,577 different people.

I wake up with a sudden rush of adrenaline. The building I’m in, whatever it is, feels and sounds like it’s exploding. I grab the gear next to me and run outside. I’m surrounded by who must be my comrades in arms. I get the armor and assorted gear on long before I notice that we’re not human. We stand upright as humans do, but we have fur, muzzles and tails. We almost look feline.

I don’t have time to be surprised.

We take off running. The building was our training barracks, and they’re being bombarded from orbit. I’m told several dozen soldiers are missing and presumed dead. Several of us have no armor, and many did not think to grab their gun in the chaos. We’re heading across base to arm ourselves for the presumed ground invasion. My mind is swirling.

I wonder, as I have before, what would happen if I were to die when I am someone else? No time for that. Feigning forgetfulness from the attack I ask what is happening.

“We’re being attacked. Other worlds in our Kingdom have been fully burned from orbit, totally wiped out. This is different, they’re attacking. They must want this world.”

I do not respond. We get to the armory just in time to see an enemy warship descend over our capital city a few miles away. I’m terrified, even as the ship hovers over the city it is bombarding targets miles away. Plasma blasts blow overhead and strike our command center. We’re screwed.

I grab a rifle and take of running into the hills with my comrades. We aren’t prepared, and we fear we’ll lose against such an advanced enemy. Crouching in the bushes we see landing pods launched from the ship by the hundreds. Just then my suit radio crackles into life. It’s a General Tsune Murasame from some place called Owara. I have no idea who he is any more than who these people are. He says his ship is in orbit and ready to lend its assistance as required. He tells us to hunker down and wait for word from Central.


Dexter Peterson's Journal Entries

Here are some entries that have been submitted by friends, fans, and fellow writers. Feel free to submit your own or comment on the entries themselves. If you're an artist and you see an entry that needs to be illustrated, please submit your art as an entry as well!

High Time for Crime


It


A Deep Breath


Twice Burned


The Fourth Wall

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Invaders from Space


You Just Lost The Game


2,000 Years of Peace


Whiskers and War Wounds


Unintended Consequences


The Wronged Queen


A Slimy Trail of Thought


Raindexter


Over My Head


Conspiracy of the Bulls


A Question of Sanity

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Powdered Wigs in Paradise

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