There's no such thing as normal
Here's a question for your Mother, Did you know Santa had a brother? On Christmas Eve he sets off too, Delivering presents to me, or you. It's not a bike or toys in his sack, Something much less fun, and much more black, This isn't nice, but I must insist, You hear this tale of... Continue Reading →
After another round of aimlessly running his index finger along the dusty row of books, Thomas sighed and slumped down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs which were dotted around the school library. He was running out of time now, the library closed at 4pm and it was pushing 3.40pm. He had been here since lunch... Continue Reading →
It was Saturday! Finlay woke up quickly with a giant smile on his face, he knew it was Saturday because his Mum and Dad weren’t running about the house, half-dressed and screaming about being late for boring work. He threw his Spider-Man covers off, jumped down from bed and ran to put on his... Continue Reading →
Jeff Brooks Short Stories 