Say Hello To The Broken-Hearted
Author
Dervan Brown
Author Bio
I am a novelist. I write mainly books expressing love and romance intertwined with laughter and drama. Writing for me is a passion, a God given gift I believe. It is my desire to express myself to the world through this medium. If it doesn’t entertain, sends a message, or if it’s not high on passion or if it doesn’t deeply appeals or relates to people in their social stratosphere, then there is a writer’s block. Its substance in a fun, exciting exhibition. Check out my books, and send me a message, let us have a discussion.
Inspiration
My inspirations come from any aspect of my current situations or past experiences. I am also a dreamer. Sometimes I have very clear dreams. I call them excerpts. When the light of day reaches, I would wake and develop the plots in my head, which would go on for weeks, sometimes months. Then the writing commences.
Description
“Say hello to the broken-hearted” The story that led to John Steelburg aiming a point four five caliber Taurus magnum handgun against the temple of his head. What reason is there to live, when the one you devotedly loved, sacrificed everything for, left you with a shattered heart and otherwise destitute?
John Steelburg was the model tall, built and handsome twenty two years old, with a wonderful family, friends and a gleaming future. He had just arrived home from college to pass the usually dull and lonesome summer with his family in the country hills of Sawyers. However, little did he know that life would take on an entirely new direction when he meets the exceedingly gorgeous, Karla Steelburg.
Book excerpt
In addition, he didn’t want at any instance, to come across as an intruder. His self-consciousness has started to get the better of him and he felt a slight loss of composure which gave him an impulse to get a beer from the bar within the store.
“Hello!” He raised his voice over the music to get the attention of the bartender who was otherwise distracted or more so lingering in a cloud of sad memory.
“Yes,” She looked up with a sudden fright, “How may I help you?” She caught his eyes, which if she had known would have been avoided as she had just made yet the biggest mistake of her life.
Suddenly the ground between them had shifted from beneath their feet and his eyes were only three inches away from hers, steadily he searched the depths of her soul only to see blurred silhouettes of tattered emotions and secrets concealed within a temple with walls of a light brown paint that screams eighteen years of life’s indifferent journey. It is clear that she had suffered recent pain and the scars of the wounds have not fully healed. Never the less, he could see the majesty of this woman that a queen would crave for. If one should remove the thorns and water the petals, she would become the new forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden that only God desires to eat from and who so ever else taste the wine from her lips would have sinned and be due to eternal condemnation. However, his heart was ready to be smelted, and it did not matter if his flesh scorches from the flames of hell. He wanted to sin, he wanted the last drop of her wine to touch his tongue before he gasp for the last breath as his temple withers away in the sour wind that the desert of fire brings.
“May I have a dragon stout please.” He ordered. Usually he would have asked for a lighter beer. He didn’t fancy drinking too much alcohol. Never saw the point or the need to get drunk then have to throw up dinner over it. But tonight, has taken on a sudden and unexpected turn which was enough to make a sixty year old virgin priest fornicate in a confession booth.
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