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July 24, 2017
Book Cover Design from Raw Elements to Polished
where I create a new book cover, for the book I’m currently writing.
Here is the final design for ‘Black Bird Mountain’, polished and with fonts.
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Below are the broken down steps of arranging the different elements.
I played with multiple arrangements, but steps below are only for the finalized composition.
You can click on the picture for additional information on that step.
This post doesn’t show the steps from the finished raw to the polished product, where I manipulate color, add blur and use tones to unify the elements into a cohesive whole.
I’ll be making a blog that’ll show the visual steps in that process.
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July 18, 2017
Musing- Razor Road
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Let them fall along the road. Paradise paved by razor blades- phantom foot prints smeared in blood. Precision edged, remove humanity.
Musing- Razor Road by Bridget Chase- 2017
*Can you recognize what image I altered for the above picture?
Introspective Acoustic Guitar Melody- Composed and Performed by B. Chase
I’m not sure where this will lead, but frequently find myself irritated that a majority of activities revolve around pushing and selling books. I suppose this slow melody runs in stark contrast to the fast paced, hyper-action oriented writing that I do.
Biggest mistake with the video, is that the software I used, starts the song immediately with the first video, where, in the recording it transitions in. So will have to adjust properly next time to this unforeseen technical anomaly. Also, messed up on a few chords, but on one occasion, I think it actually works in my favor.
July 17, 2017
Short Musing Following Night at Dance Club
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Light flutters- color whispers. Erotic neon burns strawberry flavors-puckered lips (too good to miss).
– Bridget Chase – Musing Following Night at Dance Club-
Musing- 12:45am Tuesday
-small ‘THE’-
In all powers great and small, it is the inconceivable which rules them all, from the power pulpit among the angry crowd, it is I who moves ‘The’, hear me now. Come power and lacy-liquid night, from the corpse of angels, they live black and whit-er still the sword of sight; bound thy friend.
I see no crown.
Musing on Yvonne Strahovski
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Dear Lord, ‘the weight of words’ are too heavy to possibly float upon the ‘grace of light’ which dawn- glimmers of the eternal- in her eyes; therefore, captivating men as does the sun to the land. Blue flint, struck harshly, sparks secrets- gripped in her gaze. Soft contours become your freedom where ‘by mercy’ you may die upon her lips.
-Bridget Chase – 2017- Musing about Yvonne Strahovski-
January 2, 2017
I am the END
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©Bridget Chase 2017
There was no movement.
Headlights illuminated nothing. Vickie’s eyes tried to look at what couldn’t be seen.
How? She asked herself.
But this was where the road had led.
She left the headlights on even though they did no good.
The driver’s side door creaked. Vickie tested the firmness of the ground with her high heel.
Solid.
She got out of the car.
Direction mutated and realigned.
What the Hell?
Strange noises of bent steel resonated with quick intervals of silence.
Vickie stepped away from her car.
It was now a twisted piece of compacted metal. One headlight blinked erratically. Its light dimmed.
OH NO! OH NO! Her soul cried out. I’ll be left in complete darkness.
The headlight dimmed to a single pin point. Vickie watched as that small speck of life vanished.
Damn, she steadied herself. Darkness was everywhere.
Vickie walked with her hands stretched out in front of her. She moved in a small cautious circle.
Shit, what do I do now?
Huh?
Her hands found something solid and warm. She slid her hands around and then…
Oh my GOD!
She pulled her hands away.
“Who are you?” she asked the darkness.
“I am the END,” it replied.
January 1, 2017
The FIRST Time Traveler
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©Bridget Chase 2016
“You ready?”
NASA Astronaut Barnett adjusted the vacuum seal on his wrist. “Just about,” he said to mission control’s chief supervisor.
“Give us the all clear and we’ll proceed with making history.”
Barnett looked at the device ahead of him. Workers wearing bio hazard suits ran amusing patterns getting his departure ready.
I hope this works, Barnett thought. “All ready. We are a go,” he said.
“We are a go,” the chief supervisor confirmed.
Barnett walked toward the time travel machine. Personnel wearing white bio-hazard suits made two lines on each side of the boarding bridge.
“Mission Control is here for you. Just do like the practice runs. Have a safe journey,” the chiefs voice came through the communication mic in Barnett’s ear.
Looks like a giant donut made of marbles and wires. Barnett walked toward the bizarre machine.
He climbed the stairs and entered the chamber.
Barnett breathed deep and tried to control his nerves as he heard the count down begin.
Steve Barnett, the first man to travel through time. I can do this.
The machine hummed and a vibration built.
SHIT! Barnett’s body vibrated in a frequency that made him panic.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
The cells in Barnett’s body screamed in his mind as they were stretched apart.
OH FUCK!
“NASA, FUuuuccck…”
“Barnett? Barnett?” the chief shouted over the intercom. The time travel chamber flashed like a roman candle and disappeared.
Barnett screamed as time became a stack of pancakes. His eyes rolled back and tears ran down his cheeks.
Space got spread like butter on the steaming, soft cake surface of time.
Past, present, and future, were a crocheted ball, knotted tightly by a inept senile old woman.
Barnett’s body twisted and contracted. His knees bent backward and his feet entered his mouth.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
His body was folded like an origami swan.
December 30, 2016
Air Hockey Trickery- Free Flash Fiction Story
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©Bridget Chase 2016
Mark’s eyes followed the moving air hockey puck.
NOW! He stuck out with his hand.
The puck was redirected away from his goal, and bounced around to Jenny’s side of the table.
Mark looked up. He watched Jenny’s eyes follow the puck’s path.
CLINK! She returned the puck to his side with a swift strike.
Gotcha, Mark thought. CLINK! The puck went flying back towards Jenny’s goal.
“Dang!” she cried out as the familiar sound rang out from the puck finding purchase in the goal.
“Six, six,” Mark said and smiled. “Next point wins.”
“You’re going down,” Jenny said and smiled. She fired off the puck across the air stream surface.
CLINK! Mark returned it in a chaotic ricochet.
Jenny tracked the pattern. She cornered the puck and slowed the speed.
Mark looked up.
Jenny with one hand unclasped the top two buttons of her shirt and leaned over the table.
Mark’s eyes locked on to her gorgeous cleavage. His mind became lost in the arousing sexuality of her pressed together tits.
They were soft springy mounds held secret under her top. At the base, barely visible before disappearing into darkness, was a hint of her red bra.
CLINK!
Mark looked down at the table. Huh?
“I win,” Jenny said with a sexy teasing smile.
December 29, 2016
RED LIGHT- Free Flash Fiction Story
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©Bridget Chase 2016
Damn, these are heavy.
Jason adjusted the grip on his grocery bags. If only I had a car.
He walked across the parking lot, and headed down the sidewalk.
Okay, I got groceries. An hour to make dinner… Then, I can probably fit a movie in before bed.
Jason absentmindedly talked to himself as he walked to the stop light.
It was night. Car headlights were blinding and zipped past him, on their course to an unknown location.
Jason pressed the crosswalk sign. Hmm, maybe I should watch… His mind processed the movies options for tonight.
HONK, HONK!
Jason looked around. Down the road cars swerved.
What the hell?
He watched cars getting forced off the road.
Two sports cars raced down the street.
CRUNCH!
“Holy Shit!” Jason said aloud, hearing the twisting of metal.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. The two cars raced, zigzagging between traffic.
A car was forced off the road and went up into a house’s front lawn.
RRRRRRRRR-RR-RR-RRRRR!!!
The crosswalk said, ‘Walk’.
Jason’s eyes stayed on the two coming cars.
VRRRRROOOOOMMMMM!!!
Both cars flew past. His shirt fluttered with the passing gust.
Jason dropped his groceries. His eyes were fixed on the girl in the back seat of the second car.
Her face was pressed to the window.
He looked at her lips. They were saying, ‘Help’.
