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The streets are cold, damp, and dark. The only sound is the that of the church bell; a solitary, terrifying knell for the living.
The people of New Bedlam would welcome you to their town, but they're a bit preoccupied at the moment. There's something alive here, something dangerous, something evil.
Even Morpheus fears to tread these streets at night...
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Vol.2 Iss.2 Now Live!
The staff of The New Bedlam Project would like to welcome new visitors KV Taylor, Richard Sampson, Gregory L. Hall, and Janett Grady. A hearty hi-dee-ho to returning guests Zoe E. Whitten, Nancy Gray and John Irvine. We're happy to have you with us!
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The New Bedlam Project
Some years ago, a small flicker of light lit the window of the old New Bedlam Library's attic. A solitary figure waited by the candle, while three fellow survivors took their seats around a battered oak table. When they were all as comfortable as they could be, considering the circumstances under which they met, she began to speak.
That meeting began a chain of events that has led us back to New Bedlam, back to the insanity and the insomnia. In early 2006, Louise Bohmer and I discussed what goes on in the depths of a writer's mind when they are afflicted - perhaps blessed - with insomnia. Within days I had outlined a proposal for an anthology set in the nearly-fictional town of New Bedlam, and by the end of the year the wheels had been set in motion.
While the time that passed has brought some changes to the bigger picture, the idea of developing the town itself stuck with me. I wrote the beginnings of two novels set in and around New Bedlam. I've become close, personal friends with the madness that lies within those darkened corners and hidden shadows. As I like to tell my children - I've stepped through my grandmother's mirror once again.
Why don't you follow along, and see where the darkness takes us?
Jodi Lee
A taste of what you'll find...
My watch stopped this evening, and so the end must be near. I snatch a few of the moments that remain to me - and how conscious I am of their deliberate passage, ticking or no - in case the effects of my opening it are not only terrible, but also swift. I should much prefer it that way, but I should also like to spare anyone else this fate. I know no other way of doing so; I can only pray you'll believe this confession and put it to good use when I'm gone.
Read on...
All the time he was behind a wheel he couldn't text, or email, or surf the web. To add to his woes, the bloody sat nav was on the blink, and the nearer he got to New Bedlam the less the mechanical voice believed it existed. He reluctantly resorted to using road signs.
Read on...
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