Friday, May 25, 2012

Guest Post: Author Bryan Dull


My Cursed Mind

So a vampire, a zombie, a sociopath, a psychopathic wife, and an angel entered my mind; one after another.  This happened in a matter of weeks and I couldn’t sleep because of it.  I knew my path that I was probably going to take with my writing and I can’t write as fast as I can think.  It was also frustrating because it potentially became the reason for my insomnia.  Then something happened.

I couldn’t think of anything else.  Not in an obsessive kind of way where I was narcissistic, but the fact that my mind might run out of ideas for stories is what I feared.  I know that this will probably change after a while, but I had a fear enter my mind; if I don’t come up with more stories, am I not a writer or is that something that I will always be based on my writings that are already published?

From Goodreads: "In Gavin Moxley's world, there is not a thin line between right and wrong. In a personal crusade to help severe a line of disease carried by a clan of vampires that are purposely infecting the human population; Gavin has no choice but to be ruthless. Waiting for the infection to start within the person, Gavin executes them one by one. Gavin is not strong or powerful, so finding the persons before they turn into full vampires is ideal.

This is Gavin's life, and nothing has changed it until a young half breed vampire, Solstice, attaches herself to Gavin. Asking for help and protection, Gavin unwillingly takes Solstice and agrees to protection for information leading to whereabouts of others that are infected.

Solstice's existence leads to a dangerous game of cat and mouse. There is no where safe for either of them as they are consistently being hunted. Solstice is a rare breed and is wanted for her "ability".

For Gavin, the past is not always forgotten. During their outing, Gavin starts coming to terms about his past and his family. His faith and humanity is tested during the turmoil that ensues.

"Solstice" is a story about faith and love in a way that is completely unconventional. Torn between his hate and his love for Solstice he is thrown into a moral dilemma that only he can figure out." 

Excerpt:

The pain was as unbearable as she thought and the let out a soft cry, at least she thought she did.  She could not scream or even talk anymore and any chance of her getting help has died along with her.  The mother’s last breath was coming and with the last breath she heard a whimper next to her telling her that she was sorry and didn’t mean to hurt her mommy.

The mother’s eyes filled with tears and with her last breath she told her,” I know, and mommy loves you.”  Her mouth was moving but no sound came out.  Her own daughter could not hear her mother’s voice.  As she was dying she watched her daughter walk out of the wreckage with the policeman’s coat and hat, walking with bandages covering her feet to keep them protected.  ”My smart little girl,” she thought.  Her daughter turned around with the sunlight behind her head and cracked a small smile with the right side of her face. 

About the Author: 

Bryan W. Dull has told and written stories most of his life; "Solstice" is his first published work. Dull has a unique perspective on life that puts his writings in a class by themselves. Other works he has created have been praised but never published. He currently resides in Cincinnati, Ohio with his family. Dull has lived in Indiana, Florida, North Carolina, and South Carolina; which is where Solstice takes place.   

1 comment:

  1. Oh this sounds intense. It's good to get your obsessions out on paper. :)

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