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Emma Unleashes Hell
Also pubbed under my given name. The book is the same with either version. This is the cover I prefer.
Luna runs a website where people can buy occult objects, spells and magic. "Now don’t be hidin’ nothin’. I sell satanic books, incubus visits and the darkest fuckin’ curses." She doesn’t care what happens to the people that order. "Naw, they be bitchin’ I just press delete on that email I do. If they’s unhappy I delivered what they ordered, ain’t my fault none." It started as a gimmick to make some money and luckily her friend decided to help. "He be the best friend to have." Her friend is Satan. "Yes sir, and he live in my backyard."Emma ordered a satanic book online. She invites her friend Cory over to read it. They had been investigating magic and spells together for some time now. "And they’s about to get the real ol’ thing!" When the book arrives it is more than they had expected. "That’s because it was made by ol’ Satan himself."Anya had a sexual desire that was unquenchable. She found a magic store online that sold an Incubus Dream. Figuring it was more than likely fake, she bought it and hoped that she would have the sexual adventure she was looking for. "Man o man, she got that didn’t she? Good ol’ Satan always delivers!"A terrible beast is growing. Rotting flesh and tubs of blood swirl in this thing's mind. This demon is trying to break free. "And Satan’s goin’ be one happy father he is."
Luna runs a website where people can buy occult objects, spells and magic. "Now don’t be hidin’ nothin’. I sell satanic books, incubus visits and the darkest fuckin’ curses." She doesn’t care what happens to the people that order. "Naw, they be bitchin’ I just press delete on that email I do. If they’s unhappy I delivered what they ordered, ain’t my fault none." It started as a gimmick to make some money and luckily her friend decided to help. "He be the best friend to have." Her friend is Satan. "Yes sir, and he live in my backyard."Emma ordered a satanic book online. She invites her friend Cory over to read it. They had been investigating magic and spells together for some time now. "And they’s about to get the real ol’ thing!" When the book arrives it is more than they had expected. "That’s because it was made by ol’ Satan himself."Anya had a sexual desire that was unquenchable. She found a magic store online that sold an Incubus Dream. Figuring it was more than likely fake, she bought it and hoped that she would have the sexual adventure she was looking for. "Man o man, she got that didn’t she? Good ol’ Satan always delivers!"A terrible beast is growing. Rotting flesh and tubs of blood swirl in this thing's mind. This demon is trying to break free. "And Satan’s goin’ be one happy father he is."
127 pages, Paperback
Published June 22, 2017
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About the author
Bridget Chase
202 books1 followerBridget Chase was an author, artist, and clone. He was born in 1934 and died in 1944. Bridget was a clone of Redhat Dick and was created- fully grown- in a underground scientific laboratory in France.
By all accounts Bridget Chase was a villain. From robbery, to kidnapping, and theft of all kinds; he seemed to never find satisfaction in following rules. Dr. Stan Fantastic, Bridget's psychiatrist, deemed his activity as one born of a troubled mind.
In Dr. Fantastic's own words, "How could one blame Bridget? To be born a clone must, by all accounts, be a terrible tragedy. To not be original, a sovereign individual; well, the country itself should be held accountable. For it was shown in the case of Natalie Hotdayum, that clones are doomed from their very creation."
Bridget Chase did find some peace of mind in creating art and writing. His books are vast and follow similar patterns to his counterpart Redhat Dick featuring qualities such as weird sensibilities, bizarre story lines, and misogynistic over tones.
Bridget Chase was sought after for the death of Redhat Dick in 1943. Redhat Dick was found frozen on the snowy banks of eastern Pennsylvania. Bridget was never convicted but family and friends were never convinced of his innocence.
Bridget Chase died the following year in just as questionable of circumstances. His body was discovered in the bushes of a vacant home in Pennsylvania. The only clue being a note in his jacket pocket from an unknown entity calling themselves Instant Bunny. The note included an invitation along with a six digit number.
Redhat Dick and Bridget Chase on many occasions co authored stories. Yellowhatdick Magazine gained legal control over Bridget's work when the acquired Redhat Dick's. In 2015 Yellowhatdick Magazine began to publish their works under the publishing company Chase Entertainment.
Excerpt; Zombie Thriller
In a den of darkness, he sat.
Primordial forms slipped through the cracks which framed the door to his troubled mind.
The fireplace’s flickering torments struck harshly at the house of his soul. The licking flames built shadowy dreams along his mansion’s walls.
Shelves displaying morbid treasures were no consolation to the sadness that imprisoned his black heart.
Memories played over his pinpoint pupils. Rob Zombie’s eyes looked into infinity. Death... you bastard.
The smoke from his joint drifted in languid spirals from between his pinched lips.
Long white dreadlocks and a white beard framed his old face. Wrinkles of time, imprinted in permanent paths, scarred his features.
Rob’s high back leather chair hugged his body. Its size- making him small like a child.
And like a child, Rob was fantasizing. His dreams were a multifaceted carousel of hallucinatory images- around and around and around they went.
The tightly wrapped joint was released from his fingers and placed in the ashtray. Fire light gripped part of the chair. Rob sat in its dark shadow. Tendrils of smoke rose- dissipating into the eternity of the invisible quantum planes.
A crumpled receipt lay atop the side table, finding a home on its dark wood surface. Next to it, sat a box of single edged razors.
By all accounts Bridget Chase was a villain. From robbery, to kidnapping, and theft of all kinds; he seemed to never find satisfaction in following rules. Dr. Stan Fantastic, Bridget's psychiatrist, deemed his activity as one born of a troubled mind.
In Dr. Fantastic's own words, "How could one blame Bridget? To be born a clone must, by all accounts, be a terrible tragedy. To not be original, a sovereign individual; well, the country itself should be held accountable. For it was shown in the case of Natalie Hotdayum, that clones are doomed from their very creation."
Bridget Chase did find some peace of mind in creating art and writing. His books are vast and follow similar patterns to his counterpart Redhat Dick featuring qualities such as weird sensibilities, bizarre story lines, and misogynistic over tones.
Bridget Chase was sought after for the death of Redhat Dick in 1943. Redhat Dick was found frozen on the snowy banks of eastern Pennsylvania. Bridget was never convicted but family and friends were never convinced of his innocence.
Bridget Chase died the following year in just as questionable of circumstances. His body was discovered in the bushes of a vacant home in Pennsylvania. The only clue being a note in his jacket pocket from an unknown entity calling themselves Instant Bunny. The note included an invitation along with a six digit number.
Redhat Dick and Bridget Chase on many occasions co authored stories. Yellowhatdick Magazine gained legal control over Bridget's work when the acquired Redhat Dick's. In 2015 Yellowhatdick Magazine began to publish their works under the publishing company Chase Entertainment.
Excerpt; Zombie Thriller
In a den of darkness, he sat.
Primordial forms slipped through the cracks which framed the door to his troubled mind.
The fireplace’s flickering torments struck harshly at the house of his soul. The licking flames built shadowy dreams along his mansion’s walls.
Shelves displaying morbid treasures were no consolation to the sadness that imprisoned his black heart.
Memories played over his pinpoint pupils. Rob Zombie’s eyes looked into infinity. Death... you bastard.
The smoke from his joint drifted in languid spirals from between his pinched lips.
Long white dreadlocks and a white beard framed his old face. Wrinkles of time, imprinted in permanent paths, scarred his features.
Rob’s high back leather chair hugged his body. Its size- making him small like a child.
And like a child, Rob was fantasizing. His dreams were a multifaceted carousel of hallucinatory images- around and around and around they went.
The tightly wrapped joint was released from his fingers and placed in the ashtray. Fire light gripped part of the chair. Rob sat in its dark shadow. Tendrils of smoke rose- dissipating into the eternity of the invisible quantum planes.
A crumpled receipt lay atop the side table, finding a home on its dark wood surface. Next to it, sat a box of single edged razors.
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October 15, 2018
I must admit that I was a bit up and down with this one. Some of the story I really liked and got into ok and other bits I just didn't really like...hence why it took me so long to get through this one. This book really really needs more proof-reading as there were multiple errors with spelling mistakes and repeated words which often ruined the flow of most sentences throughout the book. The characters were ok, the storyline was pretty unique and most of the erotic scenes were well written but it just didn't flow for me.
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