What Inspired the Author:
When I was in the 8th grade, my English teacher Mrs. Marcus gave the class a poetry assignment. My poem was on basketball. I don't remember what I wrote, but I remember my teacher was blown away by it. She encouraged me to keep writing. She was one of my most influential teachers, and I promised her if I ever wrote a book, I would write a poem about the Holocaust for her (She was Jewish, and had family in it) my dream was to publish a book. I continued to write throughout high school and college. My college professors told me I had talent, so I decided to go to open mic's and perform my poetry. Hearing people cheer for me and appreciate my words, inspired me to want to keep writing. My first published book was “Times Have Changed and Life is Strange.” It was a poetry book. I wrote a poem for Mrs. Marcus called “Holocaust” keeping my promise. The poem “Ugly” from “Times Have Changed and Life is Strange”, is the poem that inspired me to write “Monster” I reflected on my life, and felt this would be a good story that would teach and possible change people’s lives.
"Monster" is based off my life and experiences. After enduring some pretty interesting experiences, I believe that "Monster" is a story that can benefit everyone and it's a story that needed to be told. I wrote it to teach people. I feel that people can learn from my mistakes. I wanted people to learn that:
1. Every action has a consequence- It can be good or bad, but there is a result for everything we do.
2. We need to take time to truly heal emotionally and mentally after a break-up. If we don't we are bound to bring that pain into future relationships.
3. We need to be conscience of our actions. We never know the effects they can have on other people.
4. In order to move forward in life, we have to learn to let go of negativity, and to forgive ourselves.
Blurb:
Tormented while growing up for being dark-skinned, and the son of a womanizer who deserts his family regularly, Ken Ferguson longed for that feeling of being loved. Ken promised himself that he wouldn’t be a manipulating, deceitful man like his father, but after being cheated on and dumped by the girl he thought he would one day marry, he begins his transformation. Fueled by anger, and tired of being the “nice guy”, Ken drowns himself in one-night stands, threesomes, affairs with married women, and sleeping with one conquest after another. He adopts the philosophy of having no commitment and no attachments, but meets his match with Ashley, a girl that makes him want to stop his promiscuous ways. But Ashley turns out to do even more damage to his ego and his heart, wounding him deeply. With his philosophy reinforced, Ken spirals out of control and becomes a MONSTER. Sleeping with and mistreating random women he meets at bars and clubs, Ken uses sex to forget about his insecurities, his anger, and his sadness. Will Ken learn to let go of his heartbreaks, or will he be consumed by them and continue to be a MONSTER?
Excerpt
The head board is hitting the wall in my bedroom. Loud moans, heavy breathing, and sounds of the bed creaking are permeating the room. I’m in a trance. Krissy is experiencing both ecstasy, and pain as I’m doing her doggie style. With each thrust I wanted to go through her. I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling. The whole time, all I could think about was Ashley. Every thrust, I wanted to kill the weakness that I felt. I wanted to callous that soft spot in my heart that I had for her. Krissy tried to turn her head to look at me, but I pulled her by her hair. I didn’t want to be looked at. I couldn’t even look at myself right now.
“Oh my god Ken, Oh my …”
Krissy came, and cursed loudly. I pumped away, harder and faster until I came. We lay in the bed together panting.
“Ken”
“Yeah”
“Are you ok?”
“I’m good…why?”
“I… I just worry about you. You scare me sometimes.”
“Why?”
“I know there’s something on your mind. You weren’t with me. I mean you were with me in the physical sense, but you weren’t with me mentally, emotionally. What’s wrong?”
“I…I’m fine. I got a couple things stressing me out, but nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be alright.”
“Kenny you know you can talk to me about anything right?”
“I know.”
“Well I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”
I didn’t doubt that she would listen to my problems and be that sympathetic ear for me to vent to, but I didn’t want someone to vent to. I needed more. I needed to escape. I slept with more women. With each one I was able to forget about my insecurities, my anger, my sadness, each new woman that I touched gave me a sense of power, and control. Even if it were only temporary, that feeling of euphoria that I got from pleasing them made me feel loved. While I had the pretend feeling of love, it didn’t hide the fact that the hole in my heart that Bri and Ashley had left from hurting me was getting bigger and bigger. Nothing was filling it or making it better. I preyed on women who were beautiful yet materialistic, because at least I knew what I was going into. They were using me, and I was using them. I would go to bars, and clubs, wear my Armani outfits, dangle my car keys, and watch as dumb materialistic women would flock to me. I would screw some of them in the back seat of my car or in the bathrooms of the places I met them.
“Damn that was good. Did I rock your world?”
I didn’t even remember this girl’s name.
“You were alright. I’ve had better.”
“What? Fuck you! I don’t need this shit...You weren’t all that either.”
The nameless girl angrily gathered her clothes.
“Yeah? Let yourself out.”
“Fuck you...Treating me like I’m some prostitute.”
“You fucked me on the first night after I treated you to a few drinks, and flossed some cash. How did you expect me to treat you?”
She looked angry, and insulted. She stormed out of my place, and slammed my door loudly. I didn’t care about her or any of the other sluts I had one nighters with. I didn’t care about anything anymore.
“Do you like that?”
Some random girl I met in the bar is going down on me in the bathroom stall. She’s terrible at it. I grab her head, and force my member deep into her mouth. She gags and coughs.
“I can’t breathe when you do that.”
She continued to suck me off, but I was so bored with it that I just bent her over, and banged her doggy style in the stall.
“It’s too hard...oh my god...It hurts,” she yelled.
My face and emotions were unfazed by her words. I kept pounding her. My rhythm was unrelenting.
“Oh God...Damn.”
She placed her hand on my chest to try to slow me down. I pushed her hand away, and continued. I pulled out of her, took the condom off, and came all over her ass. When I was done, I pushed her off me. She fell to the floor. I adjusted my clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.
“Hey, what the fuck was that? You just fuck me, and treat me like I’m a piece shit?”
“We’re you expecting more?”
“Ooooh, I can’t stand fucking men,” She screamed.
Everyone was staring at us. She left the bar embarrassed and crying. I walked to the bartender nonchalantly, paid the tab, and tipped him. I left the bar to go to a club, in search for another victim.
“Kenny you know you can talk to me about anything right?”
“I know.”
“Well I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”
I didn’t doubt that she would listen to my problems and be that sympathetic ear for me to vent to, but I didn’t want someone to vent to. I needed more. I needed to escape. I slept with more women. With each one I was able to forget about my insecurities, my anger, my sadness, each new woman that I touched gave me a sense of power, and control. Even if it were only temporary, that feeling of euphoria that I got from pleasing them made me feel loved. While I had the pretend feeling of love, it didn’t hide the fact that the hole in my heart that Bri and Ashley had left from hurting me was getting bigger and bigger. Nothing was filling it or making it better. I preyed on women who were beautiful yet materialistic, because at least I knew what I was going into. They were using me, and I was using them. I would go to bars, and clubs, wear my Armani outfits, dangle my car keys, and watch as dumb materialistic women would flock to me. I would screw some of them in the back seat of my car or in the bathrooms of the places I met them.
“Damn that was good. Did I rock your world?”
I didn’t even remember this girl’s name.
“You were alright. I’ve had better.”
“What? Fuck you! I don’t need this shit...You weren’t all that either.”
The nameless girl angrily gathered her clothes.
“Yeah? Let yourself out.”
“Fuck you...Treating me like I’m some prostitute.”
“You fucked me on the first night after I treated you to a few drinks, and flossed some cash. How did you expect me to treat you?”
She looked angry, and insulted. She stormed out of my place, and slammed my door loudly. I didn’t care about her or any of the other sluts I had one nighters with. I didn’t care about anything anymore.
“Do you like that?”
Some random girl I met in the bar is going down on me in the bathroom stall. She’s terrible at it. I grab her head, and force my member deep into her mouth. She gags and coughs.
“I can’t breathe when you do that.”
She continued to suck me off, but I was so bored with it that I just bent her over, and banged her doggy style in the stall.
“It’s too hard...oh my god...It hurts,” she yelled.
My face and emotions were unfazed by her words. I kept pounding her. My rhythm was unrelenting.
“Oh God...Damn.”
She placed her hand on my chest to try to slow me down. I pushed her hand away, and continued. I pulled out of her, took the condom off, and came all over her ass. When I was done, I pushed her off me. She fell to the floor. I adjusted my clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.
“Hey, what the fuck was that? You just fuck me, and treat me like I’m a piece shit?”
“We’re you expecting more?”
“Ooooh, I can’t stand fucking men,” She screamed.
Everyone was staring at us. She left the bar embarrassed and crying. I walked to the bartender nonchalantly, paid the tab, and tipped him. I left the bar to go to a club, in search for another victim.
About the Author:
Ben Burgess Jr is the author of the new novel "Monster" and the author of the poetry book "Times Have Changed and Life is Strange" He is an active performer of spoken word poetry. Ben Burgess Jr uses his love of writing to inspire and influence youths to strive for what they believe in, and to never give up on their dreams. His poetry book "Times Have Changed and Life is Strange" is currently used in two schools in the lower east side of Manhattan. Ben Burgess has a BA degree in Business Management, and a MA degree in Educational Leadership. He is the proud father of his daughter Jaelynn and is active in trying to improve urban neighborhoods and communities.
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**Schedule**
May 1 ~ Brianna Lee Reviews, Spotlight
May 2 ~ 4covert2overt, Spotlight
May 3 ~ Naughty Bits, Guest Post
May 4 ~ As You Wish, Guest Post, What Inspired the Author?
May 5 ~ The Bridge of Deaths, Interview
May 6 ~ Ann Snizek, Spotlight
May 7 ~ Shaina, Candy Coated, Review
May 8 ~ Cremona, Spotlight
May 9 ~ Jessica B,
May 10 ~ Ren Reidy, Interview
May 11 ~ Fated Paranormals, Spotlight with Excerpt
May 12 ~ Teracia, Spotlight - potential for review
May 13 ~ Kc Sprayberry, Review & Interview
May 14 ~ Penelope Anne Bartotto, Soundtrack & Character Interview, Ken
May 2 ~ 4covert2overt, Spotlight
May 3 ~ Naughty Bits, Guest Post
May 4 ~ As You Wish, Guest Post, What Inspired the Author?
May 5 ~ The Bridge of Deaths, Interview
May 6 ~ Ann Snizek, Spotlight
May 7 ~ Shaina, Candy Coated, Review
May 8 ~ Cremona, Spotlight
May 9 ~ Jessica B,
May 10 ~ Ren Reidy, Interview
May 11 ~ Fated Paranormals, Spotlight with Excerpt
May 12 ~ Teracia, Spotlight - potential for review
May 13 ~ Kc Sprayberry, Review & Interview
May 14 ~ Penelope Anne Bartotto, Soundtrack & Character Interview, Ken
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