Bridget Chase's Blog, page 18
November 27, 2016
The Caterpillar and Mongoose- Fight to the Finish- Free Flash Fiction Story
The Caterpillar and Mongoose- Fight to the Finish
©Bridget Chase 2016
It tore its fucking eyes out.
The caterpillar smeared the blood off his cheek. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. His eye’s held a bad ass squint of determination and rebellion.
The smoke swirled around the caterpillars face and the smell of gas tortured the air.
He threw the cigarette behind him.
BOOM!
The fucking mongoose went up in flames as the caterpillar adjusted his collar and walked down the barren road.
END
Have You Ever Watched Danger 5
Here is a small clip to give you a tiny taste of the greatest show. It was produced in Australia and is considered Neo Exploitation. If you like comedy, low budget effects and ridiculous story lines than this show is for you. Oh, and don’t forget to KILL HITLER!
November 26, 2016
SEO Camp-Now Available for Kindle
Now is the time to grab your Tie Dye Towel and throw those flip flops on because ED-209 is going to camp!
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Summary: Ed-209 sets out for an adventure at summer camp. Unfortunately his little monster Meat sneaks along for the ride. The only thing worse than camp food is Ed-209 getting his circuit wet and… Well, lets save that for the story.
Let this turd loose to squirm in the bloody battle on the banks of the Amazon River while two men engage in battle against their fears of homophobia in front of neo nazi feminists who film their reality show pressing the issue of emasculating anything with testosterone that drives the production of automobiles which we all know is the greatest source of pollution and inequality, however no one will say this because we have loved cars since the kid at the play ground said, “Hey, that’s my Hot Wheels!”
Flash Fiction Horror Story
The Devil licked his lips. End
Whoa! I know Flash Fiction is the new and amazing story telling style made popular by Twitter and social media. What is the future of fiction and story telling? Here it is and it is not the idiotic equivalent to Slim Jims. I mean take it from Macho Man Randy Savage, “Ooh Yeah, I’m Macho Man Randy Savage. Ooh Yeah, I can’t help but grab me this here meat stick and snap into-”
“CUT!,” the director said. He walks up to Savage. “Mr. Savage, I know you are one of the brightest celebrity endorsers but remember this isn’t a Slim Jim ad. It’s for Flash Fiction.”
“Ooh Yeah,” Macho Man flexed his macho meat body. Sweat poured from his forehead and his greasy hair swung around his face, “You better not be telling me what to do, Brother!”
“Easy Mr. Savage,” the director said and stepped back. “Let’s just roll film. And… Action!”
“Ooh Yeah, I’m Macho Man Randy Savage and if you want a meat stick then snap into Flah Fiction. Ooh Yeah!”
“And Cut!” The director got off his wooded directing chair he got when he graduated film school. “Perfect,” the director said and left the sound stage.
November 21, 2016
Hate is the New Fashion
Let Commercial Values Commence…
Fear twists and bends the ballerina into twirling mutations of nature, in forms more unholy than a thirsty boy in India given a Coca Cola, letting the sugary fire of Satan’s virgin daughter park with her older boyfriend on Look-Out-Point. “No!” Father clenches his fists. Fresh panties slip down anxious thighs- sleek as greased pistons- used to rip the oil from the earth, where children are left to play in the acidic black rain of contemporary pop music. Where will the withered hearts of nations go, when all shout, “I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts,” in unison, while trudging through the infected white marshmallow streets built by the purge of gluttony?
You Are an Idiot, Me too- Poetry SLAM!
POP n’ LOCK’in those Prison Cell doors-
Fat bellies lathered in gold candy wrappers, harvested from the prison bars of a child work force; their burning cries are the plagiarized notes used for a ‘Top Selling Pop Song’; piercing parodies play over the speakers of an asylum filled with bending bodies- twisted by the want of more, more, more! Whereby, they dance in forbidden motions ‘too taboo’ for God and Heaven; begging, “Let me in thy pearly gates,” opens- doth framing the Devil’s Dj- scratching like a cat against the backdoor; FREE- dumb down by clowns spoon feeding slop upon ‘our minds and souls’ “SUWEE! Come n’ get IT little piggies!” To birds of death, whom perched atop ‘thin black veins’ that line the roads of nowhere; a letter opened once more- predators of imprisoned prey- stamp the postage, or it’ll be returned, two of a kind, forever together- two days past someday.
