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Friday Night Drabble Party
Friday Night Drabble Party is in the house! Or apartment! Or trailer! Or yurt!
Have ya missed it? I know ya have!
Now, I know you don’t want to hear me prattle on, so I’ll just get right into the free micro-fiction.
But…let me ask a favor. If you dig the Party, and you like micro-fiction that is FREE then please share the link to this post. Tweet it, Facebook it, whatever- share it. If I’m going to give these words away for free then I want as many people as possible to share in the madness that is Jake Bible Fiction.
Passing The Time
“Carabiner,” Bolton said. “Carabiner, carabiner, carabiner.”
“What are you doing?” Mintly asked.
“Just saying the word ‘carabiner’ over and over,” Bolton replied.
“I can hear that. Why?”
“Because the word is different.You know how when you say a word over and over it loses its meaning?”
“Carabiner doesn’t. Try it. I can say the word a hundred times and it still makes sense.”
Mintly stared at Bolton for a while then looked down at the massive pool of sharks below their cage.
“I can’t deal with you right now,” Mintly said. “You’re an idiot.”
Bolton shrugged. “Carabiner, carabiner, carabiner…”
Disclaimer: Everything changes, but it always stays the same.
That’s right, folks, the Party is on vacation!
Can I get a woot woot? No? Screw you guys, I’m goin’ on vacation.
But, seriously, Friday Night Drabble Party will be off the air for a couple weeks while I meet deadlines and go on the very first family vacation we’ve ever taken. Crazy, no?
Feel free to peruse the archives, if you need a drabble fix.
Catch y’all on the flipside!
Word and cheers!
The Party has returned!
I’m sure everyone noticed there was no Drabble Party last week. 4th of July and all. Shit went boom. Plus there was cornhole. (Note to self: create new erotica genre that Amazon will ban called “Cornhole Boom”.)
But the drabbletasticness of Friday Night Drabble Party is back and better than ever! EVER!
So, sit back with your favorite summer beverage or winter beverage for you folks that live down under. Hell. I’m talking about you people that live in Hell. What? You thought I was talking about New Zealand? Y’all are drinking tea in New Zealand right now. I know that. Because stereotypes make the world go round, yo!
And a billion hamsters at the center of the Earth. They make the world go round too. I wonder what they drink? And since they are in the center, do they have summer or winter? Maybe they live in Hell…
What was I talking about?
It’s the little things that make up this insane world.
Not the big things like food, air and water. No, we shit on those. They obviously don’t matter.
No, sir, life is made up of little things.
A wise man once said, “Don’t sweat the little things because it’s all little things.”
I think it was Snoopy that said that.
So, as I stand here on this ledge, looking down at the ants below -the little things- and I can’t but wonder how not to sweat them. Wise words are good and all, but some instructions would be nice too.
Disclaimer: Don’t sweat it, it’s all good.
Well, hello there! Back for some more Drabble Party action? Oh, hells to the yes you are!
Not gonna pimp any books or audiobooks tonight. But I will point you to a guest blog post that Starla Huchton wrote for Views From The Captain’s Chair! If you are a writer and want to know a little about some serious internet marketing campaign fu, then have a read. It’s good stuff.
Now, on to the drabble!
All About The Rules
“It doesn’t specifically say that I’m disqualified if I kill the other contestants,” Jaime smiled. “Read the rules. Sure, I can be arrested, but you can’t disqualify me.”
“It clearly states that if you break any local, state, or federal laws then you are out,” Morgan said, tapping the clipboard that was always clutched in his hands. “Just because you are the last one left alive, does not mean you automatically win.”
“But I haven’t broken any laws until I’m convicted,” Jaime insisted. “Innocent until proven guilty.”
“He’s right,” Stanford sighed. “Give him the damn trophy. Then call the cops.”
Disclaimer: Sometimes it’s more about the spirit of the thing.
It is that time again, folks!
48hr Film Project!
Yep, every year I work with Team Long Shot to make an 8 minute film in just 48hrs. It’s a blast! Didn’t catch our Audience Award winning entries from last year and the year before? No worries! Click on the Screenplays tab above or just click HERE!
It’s going to be exciting to see what genre we get this year! By the time you read this I will be neck deep in screenwriting. Crazy, man, crazy.
But you’re not here for cinema, you are here for free micro-fiction. So let’s get this Party started!
Ten little birds sitting on a wire. They peck and chirp, small, black beaks in constant motion. Wings flutter, tiny bodies twitch and hop.
The flames hit them faster than they can protest.
Ten little bird corpses littering the road. Their feathers scorched, bodies baked, beaks nothing but blackened nubs of keratin and bone. Empty eye sockets, jelly boiled from their heads.
The boots scrape pavement, soles long since worn through to the cracked and blistered skin inside. A toe nudges an avian corpse and it stirs, life still struggling within; no corpse after all.
The boot crashes down.
Disclaimer: These boots were made for stompin’.