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Friday Night Drabble Party
Last Friday of February!
That has zero significance, but I thought I’d say it.
So, before we hop into tonight’s drabble, I have a few announcements.
1. My teen horror novel, Intentional Haunting, has been nominated for a Bram Stoker Award! Huzzah! I’ll find out in May whether I’m a winner or just honored to be nominated. (Permuted Press has dropped the ebook price to $2.99! Go get a copy!)
2. Permuted Press has dropped the price of Little Dead Man as well. This is my YA zombie novel filled with plenty of Jake Bible action, just minus my potty mouth. It’s a roller coaster ride of post apocalyptic goodness! Got get a copy while it’s $.99!
3. Z-Burbia is on sale for the next day at $.99! If you haven’t read my bestselling Romeroesque zombie series then this is your chance to get the first one cheap! CHEAP, I SAY! Plus, if you buy the ebook, you can also get the audiobook for just $1.99! $1.99, I SAY! WHAT A BARGAIN!
Just click on the pics below for the novel of your choosing! Be sure and grab one of each!
Now, on to tonight’s drabble!
The sickness spread so slowly that barely anyone noticed. A sniffle in this village one month then a rough cough in the next village a month later. That was it. Just a few sniffles, some coughs, a couple fevers.
The problem was the sniffles, the coughs, the fevers didn’t end, they just hung on for weeks and weeks. People could work, people could socialize, it was never enough to take anyone down.
Not until everyone was sick.
A collective virus, fully activated once a 100% infection rate was achieved.
When it showed its true nature it was over in minutes.
Disclaimer: WHAT A BARGAIN!
Let the Party begin!
As you read this I will have just seen American Sniper (or still seeing it, depending on your time zone). I am now an expert sniper. You all have crosshairs on you. DON’T EVEN TRY TO RUN!
Just kidding. WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?
So, who’s up for a drabble?
Speaking of drabbles, looks like Dead Mech is on sale for $.99! Go get that. DO IT! STOP RUNNING!
Onto the micro-fiction!
That Explains It
“Wind is sixty-five knots.”
“That’s really fast.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Can we slow the wind down?”
“Can we slow it down? Maybe to twenty knots?”
“Uh, no. It’s the wind. We have no control-.”
“In the simulations you can slow it down.”
“This isn’t a simulation.”
“So? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you understand how weather works?”
“Sure. If you don’t like it then change it. Or go somewhere else.”
“How the holy hell did you get this job?”
“My dad bought me the commission.”
“That explains it.”
“So…about the wind?”
Disclaimer: YOU CAN NEVER RUN FAR ENOUGH!
Oh, yeah, baby! Friday the 13th!
Gotta love it when a Drabble Party lands on a high holy day of horror!
Okay, sorry, the booyah may have been a bit much. Know what’s not much? 100 words of micro-fiction!
But before we get to the delicious drabbleness, I want to remind everyone that Z-Burbia 5: The Bleeding Heartland is available in ebook and print forms. Have a look at the cover, I think it is the perfect book for you to read while more winter storms and snow hits the US. Shit be cold out there, yo!
Now, on to the drabble!
Ice and snow.
That was all Alan could see as he pushed his legs to keep moving. He focused on the horizon, making that his goal even though he knew it was unreachable.
“The ship is still waiting,” he said through chattering teeth. “It was supposed to stay until Thursday. We have one day to get there before they leave.”
When Rebecca didn’t answer, he glanced to his left, shocked to see he was alone.
Yet he didn’t stop. To do so would mean dying in minutes. And he didn’t escape the nightmare behind him just to freeze to death.
Disclaimer: Baby, it’s cold outside.
It’s the first Drabble Party of February!
This has zero significance, but I am a sucker for any reason to use an exclamation point!
Sooooo, how’s y’all doin’? Ready for 100 words of pure magic? I know you are!
Nothing Ever Good
They were dragging him. They were dragging him through the wet grass and across the field. That he knew.
He tried to roll his head to the side to see who had him by his left arm, but the paralytic, he assumed it was a paralytic, wouldn’t relinquish control, so his head merely hung backwards, the back of his skull bonking across the clods of earth and grass.
Chanting or singing or incanting or whatever began and he knew he was totally screwed.
Nothing good ever came from chanting or singing or incanting or whatever.
Then he felt the flames.
Disclaimer: Careful what you drink.
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME DRABBLE?
*cue ridiculous theme song music and fake patriotism*
Time for more free micro-fiction, y’all! I’m not gonna shill much except to say thank you to everyone that has picked up Z-Burbia 5: The Bleeding Heartland! It’s charting right now which makes for a happy Jake on a happy Friday!
Now, how’s about we get to the drabble!
The Crowd Waited
The gladiators faced each other.
“I don’t want to fight you,” one said.
“I don’t want to fight you, either,” the other replied.
“They’ll kill us if we don’t,” the first said.
“One of us has to die anyway,” the second replied.
“Well, I don’t want it to be me,” the first said.
“I don’t want it to be me,” the second responded.
The gladiators faced each other, neither of them making a move.
“Sooooo…where are we with this?” the first asked.
“Hell if I know,” the second shrugged. “We fight?”
“Do we?” the first asked.
The crowd waited.