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Friday Night Drabble Party!

It’s time for a Party!

I know y’all missed the Drabble last week. Sorry, but things got all kinds of crazy as I was going over the final edits on Z-Burbia 6: Rocky Mountain Die. Stay tuned for the release announcement on that one.

But, since we are on the subject of missed Drabble Parties, I want to make sure y’all know that it is summer time which means there is usually a hiatus for the FNDP. While I won’t officially be pausing the drabbles this summer, just know that there could easily be gaps. Especially during July whilst I am on vacation for two weeks.

Just a little heads up, yo!

Now, how’s about some sweet, sweet, sweet micro-fiction?

Enjoy!

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He Never Had
By
Jake Bible

He downshifted into second, but took the corner too fast. The tail end of the Mustang whipped out, a horn blared, he didn’t give a shit. He never had.

His foot slammed down on the accelerator as his right hand shifted back up into third. His left foot depressed the clutch then let it out again. Every movement of the dance happened in a breath’s time, simultaneous.

He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the car behind him made the corner easily, barely a wobble or skid.

They said he couldn’t race Death, but fuck if he didn’t try.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Aim for the apex when you take a curve!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Tonight’s drabble party is postponed. There are several reasons.

I need to work my ass off on Z-Burbia 6: Rocky Mountain Die.

Also, tonight is the kick off for the Asheville 48 Hour Film Project. I’ve participated with Team Long Shot three years running and we’ve won the Audience Award for our group three years running. You can read the screenplays and watch the short films here. I’m trying to get myself mentally prepped for this.

But my last reason there’s no drabble tonight is that one hundred words can’t express what I’m feeling right now as I watch yet another act of extreme racist violence get turned into an “isolated” incident. There aren’t enough words and at the same time I don’t even have the words to say what needs to be said. Better people are expressing it out there. So I will let them.

But I will say it’s time for everyone to do what is right. No matter the cost. Do what is right. And if you don’t know what that is then make the effort to find out. This isn’t about sides or opinions. It’s about right and wrong and what happened was wrong. That is a truth. That is an absolute. You can’t spin this anymore, America. You just can’t.

 

Friday Night Drabble Party!

[Edit: Apparently the funding site Tamiko used does not allow legal defense funds. I am waiting to hear what the new site will be. I’ll keep y’all posted and change the links as soon as I know.]

Okay, so before I dive into the free drabble, which there will be one, I need everyone to take a look at something. I’m serious. This is no BS, people. Each week I give you free fiction, asking nothing in return, all for the enjoyment of you, my readers.

Now I’m asking for something back.

This is real world shit. I’m not asking you to buy my books or asking you to do anything for me. I’m asking you to give a little to help fight a severe injustice that has occurred.

Please read this and then give what you can. I have known Tamiko for years and she is one of the kindest, most generous people in Asheville. She has helped this community so much that to even think of anyone treating her with anything other than complete respect is just mind boggling. This is another example of law enforcement in our country believing they can get away with anything they want. This can’t stand.

Help Tamiko fight this.

Help us all fight this.

Thank you.

Now, on to the free fiction.

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All At Fault
By
Jake Bible

“What am I accused of?” the young man asked, but the guards refused to respond.

They dragged him down the dark corridor, his feet skidding and scuffing as he tried to fight them; their steel-toed boots clomping and echoing as they continued their progress, unfazed by his weak protestations.

“What am I accused of?” the young man yelled as he was thrown into the room. The door slammed without an answer. “I’m innocent!”

“There are no innocent,” a voice said from the far corner. The room smelled of feces and piss. “We are all at fault. All of us.”

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Thank you.

Disclaimer: Help Tamiko!

Writing In Suburbia #1: Ramble On, Brave Writer, Ramble On…

Hey  Y’all!

I have started a new podcast. It’s just me chatting in front of a mic, talking about being a pro writer and all the stuffs that goes with that. I touch on my writing routine, life with the Fam, and all the everyday things that go on when you write full time in suburbia. No New York publishing fantasy here, folks!

Have a listen and feel free to comment and let me know what you think. You can also subscribe on iTunes soon. I’m in the middle of transitioning the podcast from my old Jake Bible Audio Fiction podcast to Writing In Suburbia, so I’ll post the link when the title changes on iTunes. [Edit: here’s the iTunes link https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/writing-in-suburbia/id334464270?mt=2 ]

Enjoy!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Friday! Night! Drabble! Party!

Once again, I present you with some most excellent micro-fiction!

But, before you have a read, maybe you’d like to check out the post I dropped yesterday about all my recent, current, and upcoming releases? Mmmmm? You would? Excellent!

CLICK HERE!

Now, enjoy the drabble!

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Little Rabbit
By
Jake Bible

A kick to the nuts and Walker is down, his hands instinctively going for his crotch, wanting to comfort and protect the already swelling testicles. But the second kick, the one to his ribs, stops everything.

Except for the vomiting. No way for that to stop. Nothing on God’s green earth could stop that. Vomit gonna happen.

When he’s done expelling his sick across the concrete, his body shuddering from the last convulsion before curling into a fetal position, that’s when Monica kneels down and grabs him by the hair.

“Should have run, little rabbit,” she sneers. “Should have run.”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: VOMIT GONNA HAPPEN!

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