Summary: Steven Seagal’s aunt dies and leaves him her old house. Steven decides to live there to feel closer to his loving aunt and also mourn the loss of his ponytail. As creatures hunt him Steven's only option is to create traps and try to escape. The only thing better than fried chicken and ice cream, is Daphne from Scooby Doo (played by Sarah Michelle Gellar) helping him explore and battle these evil creatures in this house of bent dankness.
This story cups your balls with it’s warm hand and teases you to laughter that has been spread like jelly on a peanut butter sandwich. If you’re allergic to nuts, have no fear of this story. It was only a simile and can’t hurt you, though the terror inside each word will build in your arteries like saturated fat causing a fatal heart attack of fun, but luckily the story ends and you don’t actually die.
Q&A with Bridget
Why don’t you tell us a little about what you write.
Well, my name is Bridget Chase and as you already know I’m a writer. What you might not know is that I consider myself an artist first and foremost. I make fiction candy. What that means is that my stories are f&%*ing delicious. Small little treats to enjoy and savor in their moment of consuming. My stories are for pleasure, but not just a means to burn through a certain word count. It is meant to be enjoyed slowly savoring its combination of ingredients celebrating a intoxicating confection.
I like to write short stories that aren’t the typical chapter books that line the shelves where creativity dies. I am always laughing and find a lot of humor in the world. I pull pop culture from TV, movies and celebrities that span many decades. I guess I take all these pop culture trivia and knowledge that has been injected into my mind and let it flow out in weird mashups, of parody satire and action humor. My stories are like vending machine candy of delicious fun and bent action packed writing.
Although Bizarro Fiction has elements that can be seen in my stories it is still not a satisfying match for me. So I will assert that my genre of writing is called Himbi. Himbi is a word of my own creation and means to live in the present moment, pulling the total amount of pleasure found there. I am not sure why fun isn’t a genre. My art, my writing is Himbi Fiction. Like i said before it is processed pop culture action packed sugar coma inducing candy. You might be confused until you read a few of my stories and then I think you will understand.
How are your short stories unique?
Like I said before my stories are blended pop culture that I bend and twist it into strange mutations of the original plot lines to movies and tv. I weave celebrities and world together into new and funny mashups. It is all very bizarre but super funny. They hold some real drama, action, horror, generous helping of sex and move really fast in unpredictable ways. You will find martial art, next to sex in a land of horror, with actors playing roles they never played to the story line of your favorite movie with parallels to another movie that you never thought held any connection.
Bridget describes her writing in two similes as tranquil as a fat man floating a lazy river…
My writing is like the adventure of a water slide playing with your body like a young boy and his itchy balls, scratching them with the intensity of a puppy chasing a tennis ball across the floor of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory where all the delicious goodness and melting chocolate fills your stomach better than a warm turd in a babies diaper creating a hot temper like Van Damme at the end of his movie performing a spinning jump kick to the face of evil.
or…
My writing is like a kid sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to watch the scrambled porn stations and the adrenaline fueled jerking session where his little heart hammers and hopes to not get caught only to later after finishing, he has dreams of being a team member of the Ninja Turtles