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Friday Night Drabble Party

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Back for more? Good for you! I like a reader with fortitude!

Hey, guess what? I have a new release! Surprising, ain’t it?

I give you: Fighting Iron!

ironThe Bloody Conflict is long over. The lands are now controlled by despots, crooked cattle barons, energy hoarders, and anyone with enough might to keep the local folks under control.

For Clay MacAulay, none of that matters as he roams the land in a war machine from a time gone by. He wants nothing to do with small desert towns or brutal dictators. He only has his sights set on a new life. Unfortunately for Clay, too many ruthless people want what he has. They want the war machine he pilots. They want the battle mech that shouldn’t exist anymore.

They want his Fighting Iron.

But they will have to pry Clay’s cold, dead body out of that pilot’s seat before they can take it from him. And he plans on fighting them every massive mech step of the way!

A far-future mech western, Fighting Iron is a rip-roaring scifi adventure filled with six-shooters, plasma canons, rough and rowdy saloon brawls, showdowns, corrupt landowners, and fifty foot battle machines ready to crush everything in their path!

Oh, Hells to the yeah to the you betcha!

Doesn’t that look like ten kinds of awesome? Yeah, it does!

Okay, okay, time for the drabble.

Enjoy!

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Special Edition
By
Jake Bible

“It ate the pages, Mom,” Darryl said as he held the office door closed. “It tried to eat me, but I hit it with a book.”

“What book, dear?” Mom asked, her eyes on her tablet and hand on her coffee cup. “It wasn’t one of your father’s special editions was it?”

Darryl stared at his mother, the sound of the scanner slamming itself against the office door echoing through the house.

“You can’t hear this?” Darryl asked.

“Yes, dear,” Mom replied. “Try to keep it down. It makes it hard to read my articles.”

“Yeah… Uh, sorry,” Darryl said.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: Quiet, dear. I SAID QUIET!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Another Friday is upon us! Get it off! GET IT OFF!

Fridays are heavy, man.

Hey, HEY, guess what? Salvage Merc One is #1 in Space marines on the Amazon scifi charts! Hooah!

Want a piece of that action? Here ya go!

Salvage-Merc-one-ebook-cover

Just get all clickety clackety with that pic and you will be transported to worlds far and near! Plus lots of pew pew pew action!

Now, onto the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Lawyers Or Not
By
Jake Bibkle

“Now, Mr. Stopholes, my client is proposing a fair trade of his soul for eternal youth,” Weldon Hedgeford said as he slid the contract across the table to the man in the smoking jacket. A jacket that was literally smoking. Singed bits and everything. “Just sign here.”

Mr. Stopholes stared at the piece of paper. He sighed and picked up his pen. It all used to be so simple before the lawyers got involved. His signature burned bright red for a couple seconds then settled onto the page.

“There,” Mr. Stopholes grinned.

Lawyers or not, he always got his soul.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: Lawyers? We don’t need no stinking lawyers!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Well, hello there!

Back for more free fiction, I see. Good for you. Good for you.

But, and you knew this was coming, before we get to the micro-fiction, how about I shout from the rooftops about Salvage Merc One. Can you dig it? I knew that you could!

As of this typing (7:50am EST, Friday, January 29th) Salvage Merc One is on the following charts:

That’s pretty freaking suuuuuuwheeeeet!

Thanks to everyone that has been buying and supporting this hell of a fun space marine adventure. Y’all rock!

WhaSalvage-Merc-one-ebook-covert is Salvage Merc One? I’m glad you asked!

Joseph Laribeau was born to be a Marine in the Galactic Fleet. He was born to fight the alien enemies known as the Skrang Alliance and travel the galaxy doing his duty as a Marine Sergeant. He loved the life. But when the War ended and Joe found himself medically discharged, the best job ever was over and he never thought he’d find his way again.

Then a beautiful alien walked into his life and offered him a chance at something even greater than the Fleet, a chance to serve with the Salvage Merc Corp.

Now known as Salvage Merc One Eighty-Four, Joe Laribeau is given the ultimate assignment by the SMC bosses. To his surprise it is neither a military nor a corporate salvage. Rather, Joe has to risk his life for one of his own. He has to find and bring back the legend that started the Corp.

He must find Salvage Merc One.

 

Pretty groovy, yes? Yes! So go all clickety clickety on that cover and get you some Salvage Merc One!

Now on to the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Only Other Person
By
Jake Bible

The eyes were nothing short of spectacular. Lawrence could feel their power. He knew that all he had to do was free the god and that power was his.

Lawrence stepped forward and raised his hands

“Oh, great and powerful Hebatesia!” Lawrence shouted in the dust-filled catacomb. “I have brought you a sacrifice! His blood will be my gift to you! It will free you from your ten thousand year imprisonment!”

Mike frowned and looked about the catacomb as he set Lawrence’s gear down.

“Uh… Did you say sacrifice?” Mike asked, realizing he was the only other person there.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: What? What are you looking at?

 

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Oh, the weather outside is frightful!

At least for this section of the world. Stay safe, folks. Stay warm. Don’t let in any strange yetis. Only the yetis you know.

Hey, know what else is really cold? The depths of space! And speaking of space, I have a new military scifi/space marine novel out!

Salvage Merc One!

Salvage-Merc-one-ebook-cover Joseph Laribeau was born to be a Marine in the Galactic Fleet. He was born to fight the alien enemies known as the Skrang Alliance and travel the galaxy doing his duty as a Marine Sergeant. He loved the life. But when the War ended and Joe found himself medically discharged, the best job ever was over and he never thought he’d find his way again.

Then a beautiful alien walked into his life and offered him a chance at something even greater than the Fleet, a chance to serve with the Salvage Merc Corp.

Now known as Salvage Merc One Eighty-Four, Joe Laribeau is given the ultimate assignment by the SMC bosses. To his surprise it is neither a military nor a corporate salvage. Rather, Joe has to risk his life for one of his own. He has to find and bring back the legend that started the Corp.

He must find Salvage Merc One.

 

 

 

Doesn’t that sound ten kinds of awesome? Yes, yes it does.

Now, how about some drabbletastic fiction?

Enjoy!

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Not A Storm
By
Jake Bible

The chair lift stopped dead.

Wind. Freezing rain. Darkness everywhere.

“Power outage,” Colby said as he stared down at the barely visible slope.

“They gotta have backup generators,” Magnus said. “Not like they don’t expect bad weather.”

“I don’t know,” Colby replied. “Maybe there was some short.”

A low rumbling reached them. Not from above, like an avalanche coming to cover them forever, but from the side, near the other slope.

“Hear that?” Colby asked. “That a storm?”

Magnus whimpered.

Colby turned his direction and saw it. It was huge, rising up from the mountainside.

It was not a storm.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: It ain’t always keggers and snow bunnies on the mountain.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

One more Friday means one more Drabble Party!

I don’t mean “one more” as in the last Party. No, no, no. I’ll be writing drabbles for y’all even after I step into the grave. I’ve made a certain deal with a certain someone to make sure that happens. Wink, wink.

Anyone else smell sulfur? No? Okey doke.

But, let’s be serious for a minutes. Blood Cruise. A literary tale of high seas horror with international crime bosses, ex poker players, covert ops agents, a giant tentacled killing machine, and a story with soul and morals and… Okay, okay, it’s a blood drenched book about a killer octopus. Nothing literary about it.

BUT IT IS $.99 FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF HOURS! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!

Now…on to the drabble.

Enjoy!

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A Messy End
By
Jake Bible

The Labor Minister fretted over the reports that sat open on his desk. He stared at the numbers, unsure of how to proceed.

Should he tell the Prime Minister? Or just hide the reports? Call a press conference?

No. Only one honorable solution.

The Labor Minister stood, turned to the window, grabbed the latch, and shoved. It refused to budge.

He was surprised maintenance actually sealed the window. It was too late for the previous six Labor Ministers, but it saved him a messy end.

Almost.

“Now, where is that revolver?” he wondered aloud as he searched his desk drawers.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: Mmmmm, yeah, I’m going to need those TPS reports today.

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