There's no such thing as normal
I ken this guy right, his names Dezza, he drinks in ma local. He's a sound enough guy, one o they guys who tends tae go unnoticed places, he'll be there no really contributing, jist laughing at the patter. Anyway, me and ma mates were all stood aboot yin Friday night having a pint and... Continue Reading →
Sam Thompson removed his jar of coffee and ‘Mr Grumpy’ Mr Men mug, placing it on the cabinet above him then emptied his pockets, placing his phone, wallet and keys into his small locker. Zombie-like he trudged through to the clinically white small kitchen area and filled his mug with boiling water from the communal... Continue Reading →
Before A tell ye my story, there's somin ye should know. A didnae ask for this. A didnae ayways want tae be like this. A didnae create some mad serum in a lab to give ees super strength or build a mental technological suit to help ees fight crime. Christ, A barely even looked after... Continue Reading →
Jeff Brooks Short Stories 