Fiction based around Glasgow. My personal journal and views on inspiration

a story of vengence betrayal and bewilderment,  set in a perthshire town at the same time witches all around the world hanged for their crimes against god.  The sisters of Hillock Joining the crowds we walked through Hillock, a small Perthshire town. The embers flew through the Smokey sky as we approached an old house. A tall old house with windows black as the nights sky. The sisters stood outside their door looking at us with a evil glare. They knew they were going to burn.  Early morn, another day another trial for witchcraft. Three people have hanged for this crime against god. The scent of spells filled the air of Hillock for too long something needed to be done. I would need to make a stand against the sisters. This would be difficult I would need to call a meeting in the county hall and then gather a crowd. The sisters have lived in Hillock for over twenty years no one knew them or of their past, but one thing was sure they looked very religious and they w...

My son is hard to handle, fair enough I see why he may have went off the rails a bit. He did watch his dad being murdered right in front of him, the screams the car speeding. I try not to let it haunt me but god knows what goes through my sons' head. We couldn't afford therapy or any fancy treatments like that so we have depended on family from near by to keep his mind at ease, and mine. Everyone has a story to tell at one time of there life. It just so happens this story, if heard might get people killed. The bottom flat on the most notorious street in Barlanark is where I reside. People come and go family chased out because they've grassed folk up but not our Family. Not since Davie Grassed up the guys he committed robbery with. They Lived In Easterhouse. It just so happens that Barlanark and Easterhouse Hate one another and gang fighting between the two schemes was at its worst. They used my excuse of two guys Davie grassed, they where supposed to be comin...

living in the east east end of glasgow for some people seems alright, they can handle it. What trouble ? It wasn't quite that easy for James. and this is his story. I was young and stupid, caused so much shit for my folks and didn't want to stay in school, its full of geeks and losers they learn shit and seem to enjoy it but i don't. I suppose thats what happens when you mix with the wrong crowd. I had three mates , me, wee john, darn and Paul; a kool bunch of guys, always stoned or drunk. There was never a dull moment in Barlanark (Bar-l for short). Stayed here for like sixteen year, was born here infact. My ma and da moved to bar-l when my ma was eight month pregnant with me. life was hard for them they were quite poor and had no money, nothing really changed there then, except for one major change my da did get murdered. It was the day before his trial for armed robbery, not the first time either. I was seven years old and what I saw haunted me. The guy m...

It was the 1st of September 1994 and my mum told me to go to the shops to get milk and bread. On the way to the shops a man in a cap followed me. He stayed at a distance and kept looking over at me. I felt uneasy and started to pick up speed and eventually ran through the lane. The man backed off and I thought nothing of it until there was a knock at my door later that day. My mum went down the hall and looked through the peephole in the door. She looked reluctant to open the door but did it any way with a vague expression on her face. She told the person to come in and keep quiet because she thought I was asleep for college, but I wasn't asleep and heard it all. I crept down the hallway and looked through the door?. It was the same man from this morning, who was he? and why did my mum invite him in? I opened the door and my mum looked at me and introduced me to the man.  Paul this is your dad she said with a weird smile. I looked at him and didn't now what to say....

It was summer time and I had finished up with school, not that I cared about school while I was there. Mostly being out my face or dealing pills to the seniors, this made me think of school as a waste of time but time to make money. Education was now my second priority. My mum was now getting better but I wasn't. My sister told me to get better and tried to stop behaving the way I was. Being seventeen I couldn?t care less, my mum and sisters never made me feel better. Stuck in a dreary bleak street with only minimum excitement. Why was I doing this? Darren and James didn?t get addicted and I realised they were to blame for me. They knew I was at least two years younger than them and took advantage of this. Or did they? Maybe this is me just trying to find an excuse for the way I was acting, the drugs and the booze. I hadn't decided what to do after summer and signed on like my mates. Getting money for no reason and sitting about the house getting drunk on my own. ...

In the midst of everything, I was becoming a man. Years had passed and now it was time for me to leave home start university and begin my journey of self-discovery. Time was running short as September sneaked upon me; this was a life changing decision, for my family and me. I was moving to Liverpool. I was to start a new life and to begin my journalism course. The journalism course at Liverpool University was well sought after and I got in 1 out of 1500 that applied I was accepted. You might be thinking big whoop, everyone eventually goes to university and gets on with life. But for me it was a struggle and for that reason alone I write a story of why this may never had happened for me. A story of how I was guided by the right people, distracted by the wrong people and ruined my teenage years with hardship and growing up in the east end of Glasgow. My mum once told me anything was possible but just don't get stuck in Glasgow, find a way out as soon as you can a...

At some point in your life you have to put others first, ......... The clouds parted and sunlight shone through the small space between the cracks in the sky, the streets of Buskinton shaddowed by the high rise flats and buisness complex buildings. Buskinton wasn't an ordinary City, no it was owned by a company called keelTech, this was a goverment experiment that anyone born after 1989 would become a new breed of children who would develop there own eutopia within a restricted city. I seen this as a prison, it felt there was no way out an we had so much to give to the world. This started what we call The Turnover, the youth revolution.

Although life seemed dreary and bleak it wasn’t, I just got a brand new pair of roller boots. It took me a while then I got the hang of them I was one of the first in my street to get a pair so there were all the neighbours’ kids wanting a go on them. I let some of the people play with them I charged them 10 pence and got myself my own lunch in school for a week I felt like a had a job. My mum was in wonder all the time, I was pulling out money in all directions and she couldn’t put food on the table. So I done the right thing gave her last four pounds I managed to save and we had a hearty meal for about three days. If she was happy I was happy. My sisters were jealous of all the new friends I made because of my roller boots. They devised a plan that would leave me hurt and embarrassed. Dyane took a screwdriver from the kitchen drawer and went out to the landing. She had to be very quiet because the full close echoed and you didn’t want to wake up Maggie Murphy, she staye...