Oh, yeah, it’s Party time!
But, I don’t have much time because I gots to be writing/editing my middle grade scifi/horror series! Yes, folks, you heard that right, I’m writing for the kiddies!
I WILL WARP THE MINDS OF EVERY GENERATION!
I think your kids will dig the new series. It’s Goosebumps meets the Scooby Gang set in deep space! Huzzah!
Now, on to the drabble!
Beware The Moors!
“BEWARE THE MOORS!” the old man cried.
“Does he mean the swamps?” I asked my companion.
“The swamps?” my companion replied.
“Well, yes, swamps. Are not moors a type of swamp?”
“BEWARE THE MOORS!” the old man cried again before pissing himself.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” my companion said. “Shall we go?”
“But what about the moors? Are they swamps or not?”
“They can be made of wetlands, but are primarily grasslands like highland savannas.”
“BEWARE THE MOORS!”
The ghostly apparitions rode towards us with their scimitars swinging in the foggy night.
“Oh, those Moors.”
Disclaimer: BEWARE THE MOORS!
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.
Hello, again, hello!
Welcome back to the Party!
For those that don’t know, Friday Night Drabble Party is my weekly gift to my readers and fans. Every Friday I give you, yes YOU, a free 100 word story. Seriously, no charge. You just have to read my ramblings before the story. And you love my ramblings, right? RIGHT?
Speaking of ramblings! Have you heard the news? Kaiju Winter is available now by Severed Press! Huzzah to big giant monsters!
The Yellowstone super volcano has begun to erupt, sending North America into chaos and the rest of the world into panic. People are dangerous and desperate to escape the oncoming mega-eruption, knowing it will plunge the continent, and the world, into a perpetual ashen winter. But no matter how ready humanity is, nothing can prepare them for what comes out of the ash: Kaiju!
Yeah, you know you want a piece of that! Go get ya some, yo! NOW! DO IT!
Or, maybe, just maybe, you’d rather read tonight’s drabble? How about you do both? The drabble will be right here when you get back from purchasing Kaiju Winter. Take your time.
“Get to the right!” Sims shouted, his hands pressed against the dashboard as the Dodge Charger screamed down the highway. “The right! Right, right, right!”
“Shut the fuck up!” McMillan yelled. “First day in the US! Gonna take some gettin’ used to this drivin’ on the wrong side of the bloody road thing!”
“It’s not the wrong side here!” Sims shouted, his knuckles white as his fingertips nearly ripped the dash apart. “Why’d you say you’d drive?”
“Because I’m the better driver!” McMillan replied, spitting blood. “Even gut shot!”
Sims didn’t argue, McMillan was the better driver, even gut shot.
Disclaimer: BUY KAIJU WINTER!
Who is ready to Party? YOU ARE!
No, seriously, you are. Ahhh, come on. Party. There’s a free Drabble in it for ya.
There ya go!
Friday Night Drabble Party is ready to rock this planet across the Milky Way! Or something like that.
But, before we get to that interstellar rocking, how about I make a couple of announcements?
The other announcement is that Little Dead Man is available for pre-order! That’s right, you can order the trade paperback right now, lock in that early bird savings, and then it will be delivered to your door on July 15th! Or something like that. Click the link or here and you can choose your retailer! THE FUTURE IS NOW!
Now to the drabble!
Corner market. Sitting there like a hollow tumor, sick and dying.
The last remnants of the city, left alone to rot and sag.
The tinkle of glass and a small cry. Silence follows. Desperate silence. Pleading, begging silence.
A shuffle of footsteps, an angry whisper, the hint of a face. Watching, waiting, praying.
No hint of a face. More shuffling footsteps. A door opens, a door closes.
Feet slapping on ancient, cracked pavement.
Feet stopping, body quivering, mouth salivating.
Corner market. Sitting there like a lunchbox, waiting to be opened.
Disclaimer: Careful where you shop.
Time to get your Drabble on! It’s Party time!
I have actually prepped tonight’s drabble, and post, well in advance due to the fact I’ll be in Charlotte, NC when this posts. I’ll be on panels and have an author table at ConCarolinas! Come on out and see me, yo!
But int the meantime, how’s about you read some micro-fiction that will blow your mind!
Under The Influence
The speedometer read “TWORK”. No worries, he’d seen TWORK before. Just a hallucination. He was sure he was going only 20 lps. Totally safe.
“Next left,” Bisch said. “Past the third asteroid.”
“Your left or my left?” Hollis asked. He didn’t want to ask about the asteroids; he assumed the giant floating baby heads were probably what Bisch was talking about.
“We have the same left!” Bisch snapped.
Hollis took the left and slammed on the brakes, sending the spacecraft into a power slide.
“No way I’m driving through that marshmallow,” Hollis said.
“Griff! How high are you?” Bisch yelled.
Disclaimer: Just drive!