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.
It is that time again, folks!
48hr Film Project!
Yep, every year I work with Team Long Shot to make an 8 minute film in just 48hrs. It’s a blast! Didn’t catch our Audience Award winning entries from last year and the year before? No worries! Click on the Screenplays tab above or just click HERE!
It’s going to be exciting to see what genre we get this year! By the time you read this I will be neck deep in screenwriting. Crazy, man, crazy.
But you’re not here for cinema, you are here for free micro-fiction. So let’s get this Party started!
Ten little birds sitting on a wire. They peck and chirp, small, black beaks in constant motion. Wings flutter, tiny bodies twitch and hop.
The flames hit them faster than they can protest.
Ten little bird corpses littering the road. Their feathers scorched, bodies baked, beaks nothing but blackened nubs of keratin and bone. Empty eye sockets, jelly boiled from their heads.
The boots scrape pavement, soles long since worn through to the cracked and blistered skin inside. A toe nudges an avian corpse and it stirs, life still struggling within; no corpse after all.
The boot crashes down.
Disclaimer: These boots were made for stompin’.
I know I said I’d be too busy writing novels this summer to post from the Captain’s Chair, but I had a couple of cancellations (i.e. late blog post submissions from lazy ass writers. LAZY FREAKIN’ WRITERS!) and decided to ruminate on a subject that’s been in my head for a bit now.
You see, I’m writing some space opera the next couple of months. I am sure some of you are all like, “Space opera? Jake is going to have lasers and spaceships and aliens and lots of pew-pew action and space blood and space guts!”. Which is a nice thought, but that’s not where this novel is going. It may get there in the next book in the series, but this one isn’t my usual action and blood novel.
I like to call it medieval space fiction. You know, like medieval historical fiction, but in space? Or, better yet, Game of Thrones in space! But maybe not so brutal. And no magic, because space. Yeah, that.
Will there be action? You betcha! Romance? Oh, for sure! Blood? Of course! But it’s not horror and it’s not a thriller. There will be more story and character. And no lasers. Nope. No lasers. This is low tech space, y’all.
With that said, I wonder what my fan base is going to think. Those looking for my brand of action/gore may be doing a little head scratching. I could lose a couple readers. I could also gain some new readers that dig space opera for the intrigue and plot and all that good stuff, but don’t like the heavy gore or action of my other novels.
It’s going to be an interesting trade-off. Time will tell.
I have to say that I really like switching it up. Letting the story unfold and characters breathe without having to horribly mutilate one in each chapter is nice. Again, there will be blood, just not the level of blood in my horror and action novels.
The other part I’m digging is playing with tropes. Space opera, as many have defined it, is essentially fantasy in space. I’ve never really written fantasy. I’ll also be honest and say I don’t read fantasy. At least, not high fantasy. I watch it, but don’t read it. And this may come as a shocker- I don’t really read space opera. Which may be a good thing, in a way, because I don’t have any preconceptions of what I’m supposed to be doing. I get to wing it as usual! Huzzah!
Where does this all leave me? And how does it relate to you as either reader or writer? Where does it leave the folks that read this blog?
Well, it leaves me still writing a novel a month, but with a fresh perspective. I timed this perfectly so I’m kind of taking a gore/horror/action vacation, but still writing books.
As readers, it leaves you with something new to look forward to; a little different style and genre to mix up that Jake Bible goodness.
And as writers, it shows y’all that you don’t have to stay in one genre, one style, one way of writing. You get to switch it up when you want to. Don’t worry about what comes after, just write a great story and let the readers/fans sort it out.
Speaking of sorting it out, I have a bit of medieval space fiction to get back to and make all shiny and new. Or gritty and old. It depends on where this story takes me. We’ll see.
Disclaimer: Views From The Captain’s Chair are just that: views. These are not laws. These are not set in stone. I could be totally wrong. I could be off my rocker (shut up). I could be full of S-H-I-T. I could change my mind next week. All of that is possible. Who knows? But if even just a little of this helps you then I’m happy with that. If it just makes you stop and think then I’ve done my job. Which I really need to get back to. Blogging don’t pay for the bourbon! Oh, and the whole Captain’s Chair thing? Yeah, I write in a captain’s chair. It’s true, Mateys! Got a question? Need some one on one? Shoot me an email, a DM, a PM (no BMs) or comment below.
Jake Bible lives in Asheville, NC with his wife and two kids.
Novelist, short story writer, independent screenwriter, podcaster, and inventor of the Drabble Novel, Jake is able to switch between or mash-up genres with ease to create new and exciting storyscapes that have captivated and built an audience of thousands.
He is the author of the bestselling Z-Burbia series for Severed Press as well as the Apex Trilogy (DEAD MECH, The Americans, Metal and Ash), Bethany and the Zombie Jesus, Stark- An Illustrated Novella, and the forthcoming YA zombie novel Little Dead Man, and Teen horror novel Intentional Haunting (both by Permuted Press).