Bryant Street, a standard subdivision street outside of any city. Well-kept lawns, paint and roofs up to HOA standards, two- or three-car garages. Everything looks to any casual observer perfect and normal.
But inside those perfect-looking homes, the residents seem just a little off. A little twisted or confused or a half-turn out of reality.
Normal exists on other subdivision streets, but never on Bryant Street.
A long time ago, Stephen King said that he wrote about what scared him. For me, not much in the world scares me besides the fear of being trapped in a subdivision. If I find myself driving down a subdivision street, I start sweating and my hands grip the wheel and I search desperately for a way out. Weird yes, but very true.
So I started writing about the fear, going from house to house on a street I called Bryant Street, telling the story of the people I thought lived in each house. Twisted stories, Twilight Zone-like stories.
I like to think of each story as an episode in an ongoing series. And each book a season of that series. None of the stories tie together. Each story is different.
Thanks for reading and enjoy!
We are all born and raised with an image of a perfect life, an American Dream illustrated by a simple subdivision street called Bryant Street. But ...
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