Writing a book: an SDSU student starts the journey

Kysean Gregory Columnist

So, this week I decided to write a prologue to a story that I may or may not complete. I thought it would be a great idea if I let the people of Brookings read the beginning works of it. I plan on calling it, Secrets Through My Brother’s Eyes, The story will be about two brothers’ adventures and hardships that they encountered. Some of these issues that they deal with include things like an abusive/drunken father, drug addiction and depression.

I would really like to point out, that what you see isn’t always how things work. Wyatt and Sam, my two characters, live in a suburb of a big city, maybe Boston, their parents both have well paying jobs. They both attend a private school where they are popular. One is a football jock, while the other is an academic scholar, like none other. 

The only problem is that weekends are a different story for the two brothers. Their mother who is addicted to drugs, gets beaten by the father while he is outrageously drunk. So, without further delay, I present to you Secrets Through My Brother’s Eyes.

“Hello, audience my name is, Wyatt Barns, I have decided to write this book for many purposes. The main reason is for my brother Sam. My brother’s story was never told until now, and like I promised him, I will not leave out any details. I mean don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t famous or anything, but my brother was a great man, friend and brother. When we were younger Sam used to always comfort me when my dad would get too drunk and started to beat on my mother.

I mean I guess that’s what an older brother is supposed to do right? Sam was like my father figure. He was only a couple years older than me, but he was so mature that you would think he was an adult, besides the whole not being over 12 at the time and not having facial hair. I felt sad for him at times, seeing how he never really had to chance to be a kid. But I doubt he would have enjoyed childhood anyway.

He was more of the serious type, never really had the desire to become a kid, or to even act like a kid. It was like he was born an adult. You know, what’s funny about us as humans is that we are born selfish. A rare few are born with pure goodness in their hearts. Sam, was one of those few, so nice and innocent. But once the light has been pushed out, there is nothing left besides the body of the person that it once had consumed. Sam was the roots to my story, and unfortunately his story had to end.”



Kysean Gregory is majoring in exploratory studies. He can be reached at [email protected]