The Bright Lands

The Bright Lands

Adult horror
"i can't quit football. i just fucking can't but i can't keep
playing neither. if i don't play i don't get no college cause who's
gonna pay for it? mom? and if i don't got no college i'm fucking
stuck here and if i stay here i'll go crazy bro--i can't sleep i can't
eat can't go to the bright lands it's not the same so far i can't with
this fucking place."
If Stephen King wrote a football novel it would be something
like John Fram's The Badlands.
In the small town of Bentley, Texas football reigns supreme.
The Bisons are probably worshipped more than any official deity.
Every business in town closes for their games. The players considered
most valuable can get away with stuff like drug dealing that would put
most people behind bars. There are rumors of a place, The Bright
Lands, where the team goes after Friday night games.
Residents have very bad dreams.
Joel Whitley is persona non grata in his home town. He fled to
New York City ten years earlier after ugly incidents outed him as gay
to his horrified conservative community. He's lost touch with people
there, even little brother, Dylan, the football team's current golden
boy. An alarming text from Dylan sends him flying back to the place
he never wanted to see again.
Starsha Clark had a brother who disappeared and a mother who
discussed what she wrote off as crazy visions. She left town for a
few years. Now she's back as a sheriff's deputy.
When Dylan vanishes and his corpse is discovered they must
partner up to discover who brutally murdered him. But the crime may
go way beyond corrupt cops and townspeople willing to look the other
way to ensure a winning season.
Maybe Clark's mom wasn't imagining things.
Maybe a being of primordial evil is being aroused from slumber.
Maybe it's thirsty and not for water.
On a purrrsonal note, I had a lovely weekend which was started off by
another Friday snow day. The second in six weeks! When I woke up I
didn't see why UMaine had cancelled. We were only expecting three to
six inches. I was already on campus when I saw the first flakes.
Work was really easy and fun. A lot of people didn't come in to eat.
And those who did were in a festive mood. It was like being paid to
party. When I punched out I understood the cancellation. The three
to six inches were gusting down and around. Luckily I had a ride
home. Walking down Route 2 in really lousy visibility would have been
perilous. I saw so glad to be in my safe, warm home. (Jules).
And I was glad to have her home. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to Madison, Caroline, and Emma with
whom I had a most delightful snow day breakfast.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway



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