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!
FREE DRABBLES FOR ALL!
That’s my philosophy. I know I missed last week, but that’s because I actually went on vacation over Labor Day weekend. Crazy, right? I got to check out Georgetown, SC. Talk about a hidden bit of American history. I had no clue how prominent that place was during the 19th and early 20th centuries.
Know what else is prominent? CANNIBALS! Okay, okay, it’s a shitty segue, but what are ya gonna do?
Z-Burbia 4: Cannibal Road is available as an ebook (with print coming soon)! Z4 keeps the story of the Stanfords, and all of those from Whispering Pines, rolling on down the road. If you liked the last three Z-Burbia’s then you will love this one! And check out the cover! That’s a sweet cover!
But first here’s a link to Mega 2: Baja Blood in audiobook form! ZING!
Now, on to the drabble!
Everything In Its Place
There are fewer things in life more frustrating than not having the right size container when you need it. You spend a lifetime collecting jugs and boxes, trunks and barrels, jars and crates.
Then you look and it’s not there. It should be, a coffin is hard to misplace. It’s not like it’s an old mint tin or empty vial. It’s a bloody freakin’ coffin!
So, you dig. You know where an extra is. It may have had contents in it at one time, but surely Nature has claimed them by now. Two more shovelfuls and you’ll know for sure.
Disclaimer: You can never have enough extra containers, people.
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.
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.