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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Holidays, y’all!

This will be the last Party of 2014! Well, not the last “party”, but the last Friday Night Drabble Party. There’s just too much going on in the Bible-Sullivan casa the next couple weeks to keep up with the free micro-fiction. I gots egg nog to drink, yo!

So, in honor of the season that’s the reason for treason (that’s how it goes, right?), I have decided to spread some holiday cheer with a drabble that is sure to upset some. But, hey, it’s the internet, so when aren’t people upset over trivial things?

Hope y’all have a great Holiday season and get lots of goodies for Xmas and Hanukkah, and Kwanza, and Solstice and whatever the Spaghetti Monster peeps get!

Enjoy!

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Going Down In Infamy
By
Jake Bible

“Shit! Did he see us?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

They ran for their lives across the barren, snow-covered landscape.

“Did…did you see them? All those little bodies…stacked up…bleeding.”

“I saw them.”

“How…how could he do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sure, we made fun of him here and there, but we make fun of everyone. We were joking! JOKING!”

“I don’t think he cares. That guy has always been off.”

“We have to find Santa.”

“You didn’t see?”

“See what?”

“He was on the bottom of the pile, Dasher! Rudolph stacked the elves on him!”

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Holiday Cheers!

Disclaimer: You better watch out!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

It’s Friday Night Drabble Party featuring the Drabbletastic Dancers!

Okay, sorry, no dancers. I just don’t have the budget for them. You’ll have to settle for me in an elf suit doing an awkward jig.

Hey! Come back! There’s free micro-fiction!

Enjoy!

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Holiday Roast
By
Jake Bible

“Braising is the way to get the meat tender,” Marcus said.

“Pit cooking,” Clyde replied. “Bury it deep with hot coals then don’t touch for twenty-four hours.”

“Too long, man,” Marcus laughed.

“Stew,” Arlene said. “You get meat and veggies in one dish. Easy to freeze.”

“Like we have a freezer,” Marcus smirked.

“Winter is nature’s freezer,” Arlene smiled.

“That’s weeks away,” Clyde said. “Pit cook it.”

“I’m not an it!” Brian whined.

“However we cook it,” Marcus said. “It kinda has to be dead first.”

“Oops,” Clyde laughed.

Arlene and Marcus joined in the laughter.

Brian did not.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: all meat should be cooked to an even temperature of 165 degrees before consuming to avoid illness.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hello!!!

I would like to warmly welcome you back to another Party! Help yourself to some Drabbles and don’t be self-conscious if you read some of the backlog. Binging Drabbles is good for one’s health! SCIENCE!

Just a little heads up that Z-Burbia 4: Cannibal Road is now in audiobook form! Click away and get your copy at Audible.com. As soon as it’s up on Amazon and iTunes, I will let ya’ll know.

Now to the drabble!

Enjoy!

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The Foul Things
By
Jake Bible

Carlos hated pickles. Dill, sweet- he couldn’t stand the foul things.

So, to be trapped in a convenience store with pickle juice dripping off the shelf onto his head, while being shot at, was the ultimate insult.

“Come on, Carlos! We don’t have all day! Give us the food and we’ll just go our separate ways!”

Carlos hated that voice as much as he hated pickles.

“Bite me, Lyle!” Carlos yelled. He refused to tell the man that there was no food left, just disgusting pickles. The principle of post-apocalyptic scavenging had to be upheld. “Go raid somewhere else!”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: You’re a disclaimer!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Aaaaaaannnnnnnd IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-eeeeee-IIIIIIIIIII-eeeee-IIIIIIIIIIII will always love Draaaaaaaaabbbbbbblllle! Will always love Draaaaaaabbbbbblllle! Will always love-. No, wait, put the shtogun down! NO! PLEA-!

*annnnd scene*

Thank you, thank you. Yes, that was my musical/dramatic interpretation of Quentin Tarantino’s The Drabbleguard.

Happy Friday, Mother F$*&ers!

Soooo, how’s it going? Ready for some free micro-fiction? Well, then let’s get to it!

Enjoy!

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Major Break

By

Jake Bible

The microphone was kicked from the stage as the pop star moved forward, her face passive, serene.

The crowd screamed, their eyes wide with horror and disbelief as their idol turned on them, came at them.

Another shot rang out and another. The blood spray covered the first two rows of spectators as security guards collapsed, and the screams intensified, doubled, tripled. More shots. Again and again. More blood.

The pop star jumped off the stage and rolled, taking aim at the crowd once again. She emptied the magazine, so glad to finally give in to the madness. So glad.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Gargle. Always gargle.

 

Friday Night Drabble Party!

YO! It’s Friday Night! There be a Drabble in this Party!

Not only is there a drabble, but there’s a link to the newly released Mega 3: When Giants Collide! Let’s see that beautiful bean footage!

Mega-3-ebook-coverYeah, baby! Ain’t that pretty! Feel free to clickety clik that pic and go get ya some Team Grendel! Hooyah!

Now, on to the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Pitiful Creature

By

Jake Bible

“The interesting thing is how the creature reacts to various stimuli,” Dr. Roberts said. “Observe.”

The doctor threw a lit bag of feces into the cage.

“Dude!” the creature shouted. “What the hell, man? Is that poo? Why the hell are you throwing flaming poo at me?”

“It has become irritated,” Dr. Roberts observed. “It uses it’s primitive language to express that irritation.”

“Irritation? Dude, I’m pissed! That’s gross!” the creature exclaimed.

“Now, let’s see how it reacts when we expose it to raw uranium,” Dr. Roberts said.

“What? DUDE! NO URANIUM!”

“Pitiful,” one of the observers said. “So pitiful.”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: NO URANIUM!

 

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