….but here are some short storied ramblings from the warped imagination of the man he once was
Before I was born, he began his reign of terror. Then he waited for me to add to his list. He dug his claws in deep I’d be his next passenger. Forty-two years on my shoulder Tap. Tap. Tap. “Wrong.” “Nothing.” “No-one” “Don’t” I never saw him that was his cruelest trick. A sick game... Continue Reading →
Everyday, John wakes up and thinks about the vest. He wakes up and thinks about having to put it on. It's there in the corner of his room, waiting for him. Haunting him. He's had his sleep, he's had his respite. Now it's time to wear it again. It turns his stomach. Another day with... Continue Reading →
I glance down as a notification pops up in the bottom right hand corner of my screen. I lazily click on it, expecting confirmation of a decision on my most recent case. Instead the words DECISION: PENDING fill the screen. My blood (is it blood?!) runs through me, cold as ice. My hand holding the... Continue Reading →
I was 8 months old when my parents relocated to Buckfern, Utah, it was home to me. I had a great childhood and like most only-children, my pops was my hero. Everything he did I wanted to do. He played baseball with the Buckie Ferns and he could hit a ball for what seemed like... Continue Reading →
John Daniels clicked on the kettle, grabbed a mug from the overhead cupboard and shot a teabag in from a couple metres away basketball style. “Boom!” he shouted out, celebrating away to himself. He turned to look out at the back garden - kids toys everywhere he shook his head and added it to the... Continue Reading →
As the rain pelted down hard against his leather hood, Jackson glanced up and down the empty road before crossing towards the pub. The small act was a force of habit now, more than a precaution, it was a comforting thought that somewhere out there, there may actually still be cars on the road. Finally... Continue Reading →
The train thundered in exactly on time. Outside, it was dark and the streetlights that shone on the platform left it looking peaceful, as hints of mist rose up through the cold night. The passenger lifted a small backpack from the luggage rack above, pulled a warm bobble hat over their shaven head and zipped... Continue Reading →
I'm in a pickle. I don't know what to do. The only thing I have left is to write it down and hope someone out there believes me. I've spoken to my publisher, my agent, my friends, christ even my loved ones. They don't want to know! I'll try to explain. 4 years ago, I... Continue Reading →
On June 24, 2017, Achilles Cage (born Darren Christian Cage), a 39 year old British professional wrestler employed by Global Wrestling Championships (GWC) died, live on TV, in strange and controversial circumstances. When I, Jason Keith, a sports investigative journalist for 15 years, received a telephone call from wrestling historian, John F Hunter, offering to put me in touch with someone who maybe knew more about it those circumstances, how could I refuse?
The trip to Greece had been exactly what the Doctor ordered for Amanda. The 4th night, was not.
Jeff Brooks is Dead!!!! 