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Daniel Bradbury
Bio
Big fan of long walks in the woods, rye Manhattans, Spanish literature, jazz, and vinyl records.
Lover of all things creepy and crawly.
Stories (22/0)
I Love Resident Evil 4
I was a sheltered child. R-rated movies were placed under strict embargo in my parents' house. Comedy Central, South Park, and The Simpsons were all banned for being too crass. Power Rangers was determined to be too violent, and the stories were "too lowbrow". A litany of cartoons and anime were ousted by the censor's pen for crimes like women with low necklines or rude language: "stupid", "dumb", "dude", "freaking", "jerk", and the phrase "you go, girl" for some reason that still escapes me. Video games (rated E for everyone) were begrudgingly allowed to take up space in the entertainment center due to concerns that a child growing up completely removed from the influence of the outside world might have a hard time relating to other kids.
By Daniel Bradburyabout a month ago in Gamers
The Swimming Pool. Top Story - June 2024.
Clementine watched the sun swaying like a drunken dancer from the bottom of her parents' swimming pool. It was July: the slow, gold-colored time when the heat felt mean spirited, and the air felt thick with possibility. If she focused, she could hear the neighbor mowing his lawn. She could hear the drone of the cicadas and cars passing her parent's house on Magnolia Avenue, lent an almost otherworldly quality by the chlorinated water filling her ears. Clementine checked her watch. Seven minutes. She should have lost consciousness by now.
By Daniel Bradburyabout a month ago in Horror
Home Video
BUCK TANK CANYON The television screen flickered into life for what would be the last time, casting a pale glow across the carpet in the half-light of Reggie's motel room. The shot framed the feet of the remaining counselors facing inward in a tight circle. Reggie could hear snatches of agitated conversation but wasn't able to pick out anything specific over the fizzing and warbling of the old celluloid. The shot began to pan upward, but there was a loud smack as something hit the top of the camera and it pointed back down towards the red earth. "Turn that fucking thing off! What's wrong with you?" Fox hissed. "Listen, would you believe that any of this shit was real if there wasn't video evidence?" Beetle spat back in response. "You saw what happened! He was torn to pieces. There's nothing out here that can do shit like that, especially to a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound brick shithouse like Chris. Something is seriously fucked..."
By Daniel Bradbury3 months ago in Horror
Home Video
Reggie was a man who was driven to collect. Vinyl records, purchased indiscriminately, occupied uneasy towers of shelving leaning against his living room walls. The guest bedroom had never hosted company, unless you counted the endless piles of books that rested there. Thirteen separate editions of Don Quixote lay in various states of disrepair on the old queen-sized mattress. His bedroom was made accessible only by a narrow desire path through towers of vintage toys (still in the boxes), cookware, and celebrity memorabilia. A bobblehead figure of Jimi Hendrix watched over the eclectic hoard from the top of a tower of old cookbooks in the corner opposite Reggie's bedroom door.
By Daniel Bradbury3 months ago in Horror
Living Shadow. Top Story - January 2024.
There's a kind of darkness that belongs to Illinois. If you ever find yourself a little east of the Mississippi river on a night in late autumn, you might see it then. If you're on a road that's outside one of those fragile halos of electric light and civilization (and let's be frank, that accounts for most roads in Illinois) you'll probably get to watch it close in around your car: a cool, viscous absence of light that's not so much black as it is gray. Like the color has been sucked out of everything.
By Daniel Bradbury7 months ago in Horror
The Octopus
Traditionally, we humans have placed ourselves at the far right of the intelligence bell curve. Not just that, but we tend to claim we're the only ones there. Pigs, elephants, a couple breeds of dogs might fall somewhere near the middle, but when it comes to smarts, we've just gone and declared ourselves the cream of the crop. I've always thought that was a bit self-important.
By Daniel Bradbury2 years ago in Horror
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