About The Bradley Chronicles
Welcome to my world.
Do not be frightened with what you find; although everything here is alive, if only in my mind. Would you like to glimpse the shadows inside and experience what haunts my midnight hollows? Please, allow me to share my tales. Let me tease the very ends of your nerves. Let me drip chilling indulgence over your flesh. Let me bring you into my sultry and delicious world. Allow me to breathe something beautiful into your mind. Perhaps saving you from a spell of boredom, perhaps slaying the sucking monotony that rules your life. Perhaps it will feel a little like being infected. Nevertheless, please, come take a journey with me. One breath at a time, allow me to titillate your senses, to arouse your suspicions and tickle your fancy, and thereby, afford me some stroking of my own. After all, why do any of this if not to receive some whimsical pleasures, no? Freeing my living demons by exposing them to you simply feels good.
But are they real, these tales, these stories? Well, what IS real? If reality begins with perception, and you allow me to enter you, if you let me slither inside your mind, exposing all of my wooded and moldering lot, then, just per chance you will begin to share in a portion of what is real in me, you will perceive me and what sleeps inside my head, the truth of my world will latch on, sinking teeth, thereby making everything you find here come alive. Making it all Real.
You do not necessarily have to believe to take the journey, just open your mind to me, just take a sip, savor the taste. For, I intuit the realization and truth and understanding will seep in, soon enough, drop by salty-sweet drop.
Let me say Welcome, friends.
Welcome to where it all begins, where everything that is real and of consequence takes place, where evil drops its lurker’s veil, where death births something fascinating and new, where lovers are found and something wicked hides. Welcome to the quaint town of Bristleburg. Nestled against the lovely Blue Ridge mountains, laying within the Shenandoah Valley, a quintessential slice of historic Virginia. Rich in history and lush in blood and lust and pain and glory. It may be sick, convoluted, scary, horrific and twisted, but it is real and completely beautiful.
Walk with me.