Fleming Brooks
Bio
From writing for just me, to sharing with others.
Stories (2/0)
I Guess I'm the Bad Guy
Nothing gets a person's attention better than a slap in the face. For me it was a wake-up call. Literally. “Wake up!”, said some strange female looking at me. I don't know what concerned me more if it was my blurred vision from not being able to focus on the woman standing over me or all of rocking back and forth. “Who are you?”, I asked still trying to focus on her face. At the point of focus I could see a young 20-year-old or so scoffing at me with disgust. “Oh my God. It's him again”, she said in a mean tone. Another voice overhead, this time of a male catches my attention. “Show him the phone.” said this strange man. The young girl helps me up off the floor. My balance is that of a newborn fawn. She sits me in the seat of what looks to be a train car. “Hurry up”, said the man, “we don't have much time”. They both were wearing black, like cat burglars. She hands me a cell phone and proceeds to baby talk me, “I'm Sam, short for Samantha, and the guy over there with the bags is Robert short for Robert.” I could tell she was a sarcastic kind of person, so I matched tone, “Well Sam, short for Samantha, what do you want me to do with this phone, order a pizza? And where am I? What am I doing here?”
By Fleming Brooks2 years ago in Criminal
Shaneen
Every time something good happens to me I think about it and I feel bad. Not a day goes by where I feel like it's a piece of me that doesn't deserve what's happened. Just a year ago I was a class 3 citizen and now I am a Class 1 citizen. With all the rights and privileges of the elite.
By Fleming Brooks3 years ago in Fiction