#FlashFictionFriday – Short Story- "Perplexity"

Perplexity
by: Jennifer Patino

She was starting to think that her life was a jigsaw puzzle with all of its five thousand pieces face down.

Right when a picture would somewhat make itself clear she’d realize that there were pieces left over.

Pieces she didn’t know what to do with.

Pieces that never seemed to fit.

She was in pieces.

One foot here on glorious planet Earth and the other in some other dimensional fantasy reality of her dreams.

She couldn’t decide which one was better really. In the here and now she had a place to stay, some sort of income even if it was at a job she hated, and plenty of frozen pizza and ramen to eat. This place lacked originality and excitement, however. It wasn’t what she wanted to do. She wasn’t where she wanted to be. And she wasn’t who she wanted to be.

In the other world, far beyond the stars and really far beyond any place her imagination could take her (or so she thought), was where she truly felt she belonged.

She knew she deserved love, success, freedom-all those things she’d pen about in her journal on nights like this on the porch of her apartment with only the wind to listen to her tears.

In that “other world” she had the right man, the right job, the right amount of money to truly do what she wanted to do. In that “other world” it’d be so easy just to send a poem or a short story or some random bit of philosophical jargon she thought up to write down to any publisher and have them mail you a generous paycheck in response.

She’d hang out with the “literary” types and smoke clove cigarettes and have drinks with gin in them.  She wouldn’t be chugging down cheap wine bottles alone and puffing away on whatever nicotine choice was cheaper at the local gas station.

She’d meet the love of her life on such an outing. They’d stargaze on some deserted bridge somewhere and trade haiku in the name of each other. No matter what, they’d truly understand each other.

She wanted deadlines and an editor.

She wanted to wake up from this nightmare and take delight in knowing that the life she had right now was just that-a nightmare.

But her tired eyes are beginning to close.

And tomorrow will be a new day to dream and scheme the completed puzzle awake.

For now, it’s restless sleep next to the lover she knows doesn’t really appreciate her in a bed too small for the two of them and visions too big for her small pretty head it seems.

And in the distance it looks like rain.

Short Story- "To Kingdom Come"

“To Kingdom Come”
by: Jennifer Patino

Photo courtesy of terragalleria.com

“Look up,”  Marie said and Louann focused on the dim light above.

We were in Marie’s car, parked on a side street next to a big church and she was doing Louann’s makeup before we entered the club. I sat in the back completely mesmerized over how much it actually took for women to make themselves up like that. I never cared too much for makeup. It wasn’t a turn off or anything. I just honestly didn’t see what the fuss was all about. It seemed to make them happy though so I just complimented when necessary and never made a big deal about it.

“We’ll throw some sparkles on and then we’re done!”

I checked Louann’s face in the mirror.

I liked the way her eyes looked.

“Oh, sweet! You covered my pimples. I’m too damn old for pimples, I swear,” she said.

I hadn’t been out to this club, The Kingdom, in a very long time.

I remembered when I used to go there at least once a month.

I’d dance like a fool, get drunk, make out with random girls in the dark and then my crew and I would trek over to Mama Mena’s and get some tacos.

We walked over to where the club was and it was deserted.

“Guess they’re not open yet?”  Marie remarked.

My phone rang and it was Chris.  He was meeting us there and after Marie gave him decent enough directions to where we were we met up with him.

I had to pee so badly so we walked around trying to find a bathroom.

I saw a big sign that said Restrooms and noticed a cleaning lady outside of them.

She had a hard to distinguish Spanish accent and was looking at her watch.

“Ok, go…”  she said.

I stopped like I had broken the law or something, confused. And was she going to time me or something?

“Go ‘head.   Go to the bathroom.”

“Ok, good,”  I said rushing in.  I couldn’t think of anything else to say.  I hate those moments.  I usually end up saying something weird like that.

So I peed and came out and saw Marie and Chris looking at me wide-eyed.

The Spanish lady was muttering but I couldn’t understand her.

They practically ran out of there so when we hit the street I said, “What’s wrong?”

“That lady was fucking crazy,” said Chris.

“Was she talking to you guys?”

“I think she was trying to, but I didn’t know what she was saying,” Marie answered.

“She was fucking crazy,” Chris just kept saying.

We walked up and down the street for a bit just making small talk when my phone buzzed again with a text from Anna.

She was trying to figure out where to park too.

“I found a parking garage with free parking,” said Chris.  “But there was a tow sign nearby.”
I rolled my eyes.  Then I handed the phone over to Marie to tell Anna where we had parked because there was no danger of being towed on the sidestreet by the church.

“I should go move my car too,” Chris said.

Well, duh.

He took off and I was left alone with the girls again. Louann pulled out a cigarette and kept shifting from one leg to the other. I couldn’t tell if she was cold or just antsy. I was thinking of offering my jacket or something gentlemanly like but then Anna showed up and I hadn’t seen her in a long time.
We hugged and I commented on her new tats.

They were lovely.

Black and white across her skin.

Something in me stirred when I saw them but I shrugged it off.

“I’m going to hop in the car with Chris when he drives by so he doesn’t get lost,” Marie was saying.

“Ok, cool.  We’ll just wait here,”  I said. “I guess.”

She walked over to the street already pulling her phone out to call him and let him know not to go by too fast. The streets of Yeebor were pretty complicated. Anyone could get lost trying to navigate this little area of downtown especially club kids drunk and high on various substances who probably shouldn’t be driving anyway. That’s exactly who this part of town was geared toward. It’s plethora of clubs, restaurants and dive bars made it a hotspot for tourists and pretty much everyone who lived in the surrounding areas.

The club still hadn’t opened yet and we were still wondering why.

“They better hurry up. I need to get my drink on,” Louann said snippily. I realized that was what her deal was. It was past her time to start partying.

A drag queen on a cell phone with a red blouse, short black ruffle skirt and spiky heels must have smoked an entire pack of cigarettes while we waited, I swear.

He…she…was so skinny it made me concerned.

“There’s Chris!” Marie shouted over to us and ran off to Chris’s waiting car.  “Be right back!”

Anna filled me in on what was going on at her job while Louann pulled out her phone and started scrolling through Instagram.

I used to work with Anna and knew a lot of the people she was telling stories about.

She was in such a good mood.

For some reason I was proud of her.

I was glad she was out and seemed to be happy with her place in life.

I could remember many a night when she seemed to be so down and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to bring her back up.

She promised when she got a new car that she would come visit me a lot.

She lived in Tompana.  I lived in Port Richmond.  We were a good 45 minutes to an hour away from each other.

Before we knew it Chris and Marie were back and we were still waiting.

Anna and I were so involved in our conversation that I only caught the tail end of what Chris and Marie were saying to Louann.

I heard something about ball grabbing and wanted to hear the whole story.

“I’ll tell you later.  On our drive home,” Marie said.

“Oh, come on!” I whined.

Suddenly, the doors to the club opened and we were finally able to enter.

“Remember how last time we were here I couldn’t drink, Jason?  Now I can,” Anna said to me.

“Oh yeah!  I remember sneaking them to you.”

That was like three years ago. Had we really known each other that long?

The five of us sat at the bar downstairs after contemplating for about a minute whether we should stay down there or head up to where the dancefloor was.

The bartender was cute and had on metallic short shorts and fishnets with some kind of preppy looking sporty top.

She made it work though.

“What’ll you guys have?” she asked.

“What are the specials?” we all asked in unison.

Poor partiers of the world unite.

I heard a few beers rattled off like PBR and Newcastle, something with vodka in it and then my ears perked at “and martinis are two for one.”

Marie’s eyes lit up.

“What flavors do you have?” she asked her.

“I can pretty much make any one you want.  I love the mango….I could do strawberry….pomegranate…”

I wanted pomegranate so I told Marie and she wanted mango.

The bartender told us that they both had to be the same though so we said that was fine we’d take the mangos first.

It was awesome.

Anna tasted mine after downing a Newcastle and then ordered a watermelon of her own.

After a couple of Lemondrops and the bartender telling us she also made a caramel one Chris was hooked.

I worried that maybe I was drinking too much. Maybe mixing flavors too much. But I didn’t care. I was enjoying myself.

I lit up a cigarette amidst the conversation and Anna made an aggravated sound.

“You’re still smoking, Jason?”

“Yes!  I should quit….”  I always said that. It was so stupid. I knew I wasn’t going to.

We were all laughing and joking and I was semi bitching about my girlfriend who I decided to leave at home tonight. We were on the outs anyway and I knew it was only a matter of time before one of us sacked up and just ended it.

“I just want to be single and have friends!  This shit is too complicated.” I complained.

“Remember when you were in love with me for 2 weeks, Jason?” Anna asked.

“Shut up. I’m still in love with you, Anna.”

I was drunk at this point but it was true and I knew it.

I think after a bit I even kissed her. That part is blurry though.

After three and a half martinis Chris looked at his phone.
“It’s almost 1. We better go if we want to get a taco.”

“Holy yes!” Marie yelled.

“What?  When do they close?”  I was used to hitting up Mama Mena’s after the club. Not in the middle of clubbing.

“1 on Mondays,” Marie informed me.

“Well,” I slammed the remainder of my martini. “We better get going then.”

Who the hell partied on Mondays besides us? No one probably. No one.

***

I was stumbling.

I couldn’t see too straight but I kept laughing at everything.

“Is it far?  Am I going to be able to make it?” I asked no one in particular.

“Here, get on my back, ” Chris offered.

“No,” I said, but then I jumped on anyway.

I don’t know what happened but while I was attempting to lift myself higher when I was jumping I slipped right off, landed on the ground and hit my head. I didn’t feel it though but everyone else was freaking out. I guess that’s what happens when you’re too drunk. You don’t feel much.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I assured them.

Next thing I know I’m staggering into Mama’s and the girl behind the counter looks like she cannot believe we’re there.

Marie waved to her friend Ari who worked in the back and I remember waving at him too. Or thinking I was. Like I said, everything was so damn blurry.

“Tell her what you want,” Marie said.

“I’ll have a tofu taco with sour cream, cheese and a little bit of salsa,” Later on I think I might have said “cheese and a little bit of cheese.” I couldn’t remember though.

I saw that Marie had some chips and guacamole.

Chris had a fish taco.

I don’t remember if Anna had anything.

I remember taking people’s napkins and a Disney pass out from under the plastic covering over the table.

People decorated the tables there apparently and left weird shit on it so everyone who ate at the table could see.

I felt bad about taking the napkins though because they were like artwork or something but I kept the Disney pass.

The next thing I know we’re outside.

I suddenly feel I have to puke.

It’s going to happen.  There’s nothing I can do to stop it.

So I sit down on the ground and start throwing up martini and tofu chunks.

Pictures were taken.

One was conveniently uploaded to Facebook on Louann’s wall for all to see. I knew Marcia, my girlfriend, was going to give me shit about it.

But I was going to be alright.

Anna went in and got me napkins and I don’t know if the people in Mama’s knew I threw up but I didn’t really care.

We walked back to The Kingdom because I had to pee again and the taco shop had closed its doors to us and were probably eternally grateful for that. Anna led me to the bathroom and then we met up with the others on the dance floor.

I don’t even know how that happened.

It was like one minute I was puking on the side of the street and then suddenly I’m tearing up a dance floor.

How did time go by so fast?

We danced for the next 2 hours only stopping once for a break to rest and drink some water.

Anna had grasped my hand on the way to the bar to get some and she kind of held it for a second.
I liked that.

(What was going on here? I had dreamed of this my whole life and tomorrow it all could really be just some drunk fantasy.)

At 3 am the club lights came on and a voice on a loudspeaker thanked us all for coming out but then politely told us that it was now time to get the fuck out. We exited the club talking about how fun it was and the next thing we know some guy starts standing in the middle of the street freestyling or something.

You couldn’t understand a damn word he said.

Cell phone cameras were aimed at him like he was a tourist attraction.

He had a big plant in his hand.  Mostly green with one pink rose in the middle of it.

It was a pathetic looking rose but I wanted it.

He walked up to us and mumbled, “I have a rose but I’m not giving it to anyone over here.”

We laughed but I was insulted. I wanted that damn rose. I wanted to give it to Anna.

I tried to get it from him. I told him I had a chronic disease. He told me he’d give it to me if I could spell Zimbabwe. I did and correctly but he accused me of being wrong.

Chris tried to give him a card for a free lap dance at a local stip joint and a 15% off discount at Radio Shack.

The guy kept insisting he wanted money.

Two dollars.  Then five dollars.  Then one hundred fifty.  Then fifteen million.

It was fun to watch but I was getting dizzy again so I sat down on the curb a good distance away from them. I didn’t want to puke on the poor guy. Anna and the girls slowly followed me and we just waited for Chris to haggle or whatever it was he was trying to do.

Then I saw Chris go into his wallet and then come back with the rose. He pretty much threw it at me and I made sure not to crush any of the petals.

“Here.  I just spent one hundred fifty dollars on a rose from a crack head…now let’s run!”

He was so drunk and took off at full speed with Marie and Louann just trailing him but I grabbed onto Anna’s coat sleeve lightly in an attempt to get her to help me up so I could try and be romantic.

“You lush,” she joked helping me up.

I had no response but a smile and presented the rose to her. “This feels like regifting or something but I wanted to get it for you. I just hope he really didn’t spend that much on it because that’s totally showing me up and is also completely insane.”

She beamed and took it. “Thanks.”

“Come on, Jason!” Chris was back suddenly and threw me over his shoulder and took off running with Anna standing there laughing at our idiotic antics.

That should have hurt more than it did but I was wasted and he was lucky I had already thrown up or I would have thrown up all over him.

I couldn’t stop laughing though and when he finally put me down I didn’t hit my head on anything.
Anna was sniffing the rose a little trotting after us in her high heeled boots.

“Hey,” I said to him off to the side. “What’d you pay for that rose, really?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he sneered. “It’ll be wilting on a cup in her bedroom by tomorrow anyway. It’s the thought that counts or some shit. We will have to have a talk when we’re sober. Anna’s hot as hell and I really, really hate Marcia. I’m sorry. But I do.”

I clapped him on his back then to silence him as Louann and Marie had already started bitching at us that they really wanted to get home.

“Ok, ok!” I said. Louann took shotgun again even though we had a deal made that I would get it on the way home but I let it go. “Give me one minute!”

Bless Marie. She gave me an understanding nod and climbed in, turning on music to entertain Louann with.

“You can ride with me!” Chris said but I didn’t trust him after how he almost got me killed three months ago.

“Nah, it’s cool buddy. Don’t take off just yet though.” It was better to make sure he actually got where he was going by keeping him in our sight on the trek home.

“Right on!” He climbed in his own ride and I could see him pulling a joint out of his ashtray.

“I had a great time,” I said turning to Anna. “We should hang out more.”

“Yeah, I think that’d be alright. You have some things to take care of though I think.” She wasn’t being judgmental. She was speaking the truth. I definitely did.

A huge part of me wanted to grab her, make out with her and then hope that would be enough to convince her to say the hell with everything and take me home with her.

Neither one of us exactly rolled that way though. I decided a hug and a small kiss on the cheek would be enough.

She held the hug for a long time though and I was able to smell her hair then. It was a smell I never wanted to forget.

“Give me a call soon, Jason. Take care of yourself. And these crazies here,” she got into her car, waving goodbye.

I watched her drive away and then Louann started laying on Marie’s horn much to Marie’s dismay. She was even smacking Louann’s hands to get her to stop.

I jogged over and got in, slamming the door shut.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I yelled over the music. “Let’s go!”

“It’s fine,” Louann said. “I was just fucking with you. By the way that girl likes you.” Her head lolled a bit and I knew she probably had no clue what was going on and hadn’t for the past hour or so most likely.

Marie shook her head and started up the car. “That was a night we won’t forget. And we have pictures.” Her satisfied tone and twinkling glance to me in the rearview were the last thing I focused on before my thoughts became consumed with Anna and remembering every detail of her at the club.

Chris followed us as we left downtown for a bit and then disappeared. Marie was frantically trying to call or text him in front of my house after she dropped me off but gave up. “I just hope he’s not dead, dammit. I need to get Louann home.”

A screeching sound distracted us. I was trying to get my phone to work but was struggling. I needed water. Probably not food, but definitely water.

It was Chris and he half pulled up onto my front lawn.

“What a dick,” Marie muttered. It didn’t phase me though. This wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.

He opened the door, half hanging out of it. “I needed more papers. Sorry about that!”

“I tried to call you,” Marie didn’t like to play mom but she had to sometimes and especially with how wild Chris always was. He lived down the street from me but I had a feeling he’d be crashing here tonight. Plus, I could use some weed and he always had some.

The three of us chatted for a bit about how much fun it was and how we have to do it again and soon before Louann woke up yelling again. “Why am I not at home yet?!”

Marie rolled her eyes and Chris started sticking his bare nipples on the passenger side window as Louann scream-laughed for him to knock it off.

“This is going to have to get old eventually, you think?” Marie said to me.

I shrugged. I didn’t feel it had to. Not at that moment.

I was just glad we had gone out.

And it was even better that Anna had decided to join us.

Man, I missed her already.

Poetry- "Ventricle"

Ventricle
by: Jennifer Patino
(In memory of JL)

“Did you see the concavity in his eyes?”

It only took 5 minutes.
I was typing a message to him.
Punctuation was all wrong.
I took too long to fix it.

I try not to care too much
about correctness now.
Proper grammar & spelling
won’t save a life.

It only took 5 minutes.
He violated every term &
condition policy with the photo.
Myspace removed it so fast.
In 5 minutes.

No one knew if it was
“a joke” or not.

I hit “send” & prayed.
I hit “send” 5 minutes
too late.

This wasn’t some movie.
This wasn’t some short
story idea.
This was waiting & chain-
smoking.
Chain-smoking & waiting.

Back then it was too far
to Las Vegas. Back then,
the thought of anyone
really killing themselves
was on another planet.

It was a quiet kind of
confirmation. No big
production. No tearful
or hysterical phone call
to inform us.

It was just a few lines
through messenger.
“I’m sorry…it’s true…
he’s gone.”

Our faces were vacant.
I read my stupid wasted
message to him.
Over & over.
Then we all got wasted.

The barren bottles
started to shatter
when we landed in the
galaxy of realization.

We all crash landed at
the same time–
but he still wasn’t there.

He was our atrium.
Now he’s a ventricle:
A hollow,
empty
space in our hearts.

But that’s something.
He’s still something.
“Maybe we could have done
something
But he always insisted
when we asked about it
that it was “nothing”.

And in 5 minutes,
he blew his life away.

I try not to.
But I think about
him every day.

Author’s Note: I should have written this years ago when my friend took his own life. I think it was just too hard then. Too hard to try and be poetic about something I never imagined in a billion years could ever happen. I think about him too much. I think about what to take seriously and what not to worry about when it comes to my friends and loved ones when they say certain things. This poem is a true story. It happened just like this. And it shouldn’t have happened. Dammit, it just shouldn’t have happened. Rest easy, buddy. The fun times we had live on. 


If you or someone you know is struggling please don’t hesitate to call:

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Poetry- "Graveyard Shift"

Photo Courtesy of paulpolitisphotography.tumblr.com


Graveyard Shift
by Jennifer Patino

The graveyard shifts,
we are sentinels of sundown
in another quiet ghost town
counting the stars until dawn.

The eyelids lift,
we quicken for the nighttime,
infant owls not quite at prime
shaping glow billows out on the lawn.

The moon is our gift,
we shimmer in the brisk gusts,
to stay spirited we must
for we have been exiled and withdrawn.

Good morning.
We stay steady for
we are the warning.

Poetry- "Unfinished"

Unfinished
by Jennifer Patino

There isn’t just one chance
There can’t be when there are so many
staggering, suffering souls
shouting silently to themselves
day after day
night after night

There can’t be
countless encounters we miss
because of this–shall we laugh?

Dance on daydreams and soar
Climb highest mountains and more

You are not finished
There aren’t enough hours
to fill the unfilled
so let each moment be yours
for the taking

Your body is old and is breaking

Breathe then, in memory
of each smile and triumph
And continue along in
your own little way

For each blink of your eyes
is a new day

Superfan of the Month- March: Bri McPherson – Supernatural

Photo Courtesy of faithforever100.deviantart.com



“Saving people. Hunting things. The family business.”

Since it’s first airing in 2005, the Supernatural fandom has truly grown into something incredible. A family has formed and often times members of the SPN fandom are a force to be reckoned with when it comes to proving just how deep a love of fictional characters can go. 

We care about our boys, the Winchesters. We are concerned for them. We cheer them on, get angry or upset at them, wonder why they’re not doing what we want them to be doing, wonder why they are doing the things they’re doing and at the end of the day we call it love. We call it respect. Some may even call us crazy, but none of us mind. This isn’t even mentioning the plethora of side characters and guest stars that kick us straight in the feels. 

If you happen to miss an episode of Supernatural and are casually browsing your favorite social media sites, you start to see how blurred the lines of canon and fanfiction can become. You may not know if what you’ve stumbled upon is a spoiler or just a superfan’s account of what they want to happen in the show. The best part is, you find yourself sucked into their fiction based on a fictional world that you are already fully invested in. You spend time watching the show, time researching behind the scenes info so you can try to guess what’s going to be happening next, time reading and writing others’ fics, time reaching out to other fans in crisis (the cast has helped in this avenue by creating the “You Are Not Alone Campaign“, a support network that helps fans cope with various mental health issues) and of course spending money on SPN merch, conventions where the cast and crew will be at and well, more SPN merch. 

Bri McPherson, the March Superfan of the Month, writes her own fanfiction based on the series (among various other things) and took some time out of her busy fandom-filled day to do an interview with me. Bri knows Supernatural inside and out and will defend and protect her characters and other members of the fandom. If Supernatural should ever end, (and well, all good things must come to an end, unfortunately) Bri will have left a lasting impression on the fandom which (like most things Supernatural) can never die. 



Bri McPherson- March Superfan of the Month 



*in a terrible Castiel voice* Hello, Bri. Tell us a few things about how you got involved in the Supernatural fandom. 


Honestly? I blame Tumblr. I got caught up in seeing SPN gifs and posts about fan fiction. I’m a shipper at heart and I have a difficult time getting into a show or movie, etc, unless I have a ship to support. Destiel drew me in. Especially Misha Collins and Castiel. I shipped Destiel before I’d ever even seen a single episode or heard the actors’ voices. That started three years ago this month and I haven’t looked back since. I run two Facebook groups to help feed my addiction to SPN also. 


Oh yeah, I blame Tumblr for a lot of things. *laughs* Was there a particular episode/moment that got you hooked on the show?


8×17 “Goodbye Stranger.” The crypt scene. Hook, line and sinker really. I think that was one of the first actual episodes I ever watched actually. 


Which character do you identify with the most and why?


That’s a tough one to answer. I think part of why I like Destiel so much is I identify a lot with both Dean and Castiel. Dean’s protectiveness, his devotion to his family, but also his issues with self worth. Castiel’s drive to just do the right thing and try to make amends when he feels he’s done something wrong, but also his protectiveness toward the Winchesters as well as the self worth again. They tend to have a lot in common that I can really identify with. Castiel always wants to see the good in humanity and I tend to be the same way. 


Just for fun, who would win in a fight between Anna and Meg?


That’s another tough one. Meg has cunning on her side, definitely, and I’d hate to take her on in a fight, but in the end, I’d have to go with Anna. She was a warrior for a long time. Plus all she’d have to do is touch Meg once to smite her and that would be it. They were both awesome characters though. I was sad to see them go. 


I was too. Supernatural fans know that we love and lose those we love a lot. What would you show people who asked you to prove how big of a fan you are?


I’ve been lucky in what I’ve been able to collect as far as merchandise for the show. Let’s face it, none of it is cheap sadly. I have three favorite things though. A friend of mine was kind enough to help me get a pic and autograph of Misha Collins from the Asylum convention in the UK a couple years ago. He autographed a sign that says “I love you, Bri” then held the sign up in the picture. I have both framed and they are hanging next to my desk. Also, the license plates of my car say DESTIEL. They’re not just the fun decorative plates either. They’re the legal tags from my state. I get comments on them from time to time from other fans and I even found a pic of my car on tumblr a couple years ago. It was awesome. Third, I went to Build-A-Bear last year and made two teddy bears. One dressed up like Dean and the other like Castiel complete with Samulet, trenchcoat and wings. I gave the Dean bear to my best friend in the Netherlands. They’re called Bean and Bearstiel. Bean has his own Instagram account also: @teddydeanw. He’s been licked by Misha Collins and I am so jealous. XD 







*laughs* You are for sure not the only one who will be jealous over this! What does being part of “the family business” mean to you?


No hating on each other for one. I get so tired of how cruel people can be. So I always try to bring in positivity. I needed a way to help support my family so I started selling fandom inspired chain mail last year. I have a huge Supernatural section and in that section, I feature designs inspired by popular characters. I decided upon creating these designs that I wanted to give back/pay it forward. So I found charities that Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki and Mark Sheppard supported and every time someone purchases a piece in one of those designs, I donate to those charities. I also sent the boys a bracelet in their characters’ designs. Lauren Tom helped me design a Mama Tran bracelet to help her favorite charity also. She tweeted a pic wearing the bracelet I sent her in the colors she picked to thank me for it. For me, the family business/fandom means being there for each other, presenting a positive atmosphere to others in or out of that family, and doing what you can to help those in need. It’s also about friendship. Thanks to SPN, I met my best friend. We’ve been friends for over 2 years now. She lives in Europe while I live in the US, but I actually got to meet her in person for the first time last year when she came to visit me. I’ll be forever grateful for that. 




Lauren Tom (Kevin’s mom on the show) shows off a piece of Bri’s jewelry on Twitter 





That’s an amazing example of how fandom really does create so many deep bonds and friendships with people. Congrats to you and your bestie. What a wonderful thing to have found and to be connected over so much distance through a TV show! And what an honor to have Lauren Tom wear a piece of your jewelry! You must be reeling still. 🙂  Can you tell us about your fanfiction?


I’m almost 33 years old. I’ve been writing since I was 15. I started writing fanfic when I was 17 over on Ff.net. My very first fanfic was a Harry/Hermione story from the Harry Potter universe. I’ve done a lot of branching out since then. I write stories involving my ships because I’ve always been a sap for romance. I can remember shipping pairings from cartoons when I was 5 for instance. I’ve written not only for Supernatural, but also for Harry Potter, Marvel, Lord of the Rings, ReBoot, Star Trek Voyager and several other fandoms. It wasn’t until I got into Lord of the Rings that I branched out from heterosexual pairings to homosexual ones as well. I’m always trying to think of ways to do things differently. I love coming up with unique ideas that you just don’t see anywhere else and trying to make my stories stand out. I predominately write Destiel right now, but I am trying to branch out and considering other pairings and fandoms as well. I have over 90 stories on AO3 at the moment and I’m in the process of getting my much older fics transferred there as well. It will take some time to do so, however, but I should have that all completed in the next few months. Right now, my main focus are my two chapter fics in progress:Obligation and With You In Spirit. I’m stunned at the responses and feedback I’ve gotten for those. When people say you are your own worst critic, that tends to be very true for me. I’ll admit that I sit there and read over reviews I receive from my readers and think ‘They seriously liked the story that much? Wow.’ I’m always thrilled with a good review, but also very humbled and appreciative as well. 




Destiel license plate…now THAT’S true fandom 




It is always wonderful to have people reading and enjoying your hard work, I totally get it. Last question. Is there anything other than cancellation that you think could possibly happen to make you leave the fandom behind? 


Well, I don’t think I would ever truly leave the fandom. I have too many friends in it and I really do love the show. I would stop watching, however, if Castiel/Misha Collins wasn’t part of the show anymore. They are what drew me to Supernatural. I love Dean, but I came for Cas and have stayed for Cas. If Cas and Misha were gone I just don’t think I would stay. I can handle Destiel never becoming canon, but I just love Cas too much. If he wasn’t part of the show anymore, I feel like it would just ruin it for me or be a deal breaker so to speak.



Thank you so much, Bri for participating in this interview and for helping us get a better idea of the woman behind the quality fics. 


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