Welcome to Summerisle “I got you dead to rights, Nitsky, dead to fuckin’ rights.” The .38 Special remains perfectly still in Dean’s hands as he aims it at Nitsky’s face. The cock of a hammer clicks near Dean’s ear. “Not so fast, Dean. Put the gun down and we’ll all sit down and talk.” Dean… Read More J. Bradley (fiction)

Art Is Hard J. J. Curry Ford gnawed the pencil’s eraser. He twiddled the pencil slightly before tapping the lead against the desk. The following sentence on the monitor leered at him: “I can never love a man who can’t stand the sun.” Yes, you can, J. J. thought, you can because I say you… Read More J. Bradley (fiction)