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Writing In Suburbia #14: Wake Up Call

Welcome to another episode of Writing In Suburbia!

This week I get real about how income can flip on a dime (no pun intended). I also talk a little about getting back to my roots of being a pulp fiction writer. Okay, I talk a lot about getting back to my roots of being a pulp fiction writer.

And there might be some thoughts on soup and working food service.


Friday Night Drabble Party!

Folks, it is that time of the week again! RITUAL HUMAN SACRIFICE TIME!

What? That’s Wednesdays? And we aren’t supposed to talk about it? Not to anyone? Ever?

Well, that’s a bummer. What’s the point of sacrificing one’s enemies if you can’t brag about it on one’s blog and/or social media? Sometimes I question the morals of this country.

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Now, on to tonight’s drabble! HUZZAH!



The Loop Never Stops
Jake Bible

Trapped. The current data is processed at two gigabytes per second. The loop never stops.

Cassie stared at the words on her screen. She glanced over her left shoulder. No one was watching her. She glanced over her right shoulder. Herb was watching, but that perv was always watching.

Trapped. Enter protocol for return. The current data is processed at three gigabytes per second. Exponential growth. Cannot maintain position. The loop never stops.

Cassie was about to reply when Herb cried out then vanished into his monitor. Into it. Then gone.

Cassie decided it was time to go to lunch.



Disclaimer: Then…I got in.

Writing In Suburbia #13: Potpourri!

That’s right, Alex, I’ll take potpourri for $100!

Yep, this week’s episode is a hodgepodge (which I just found out is one word. Who knew?) of topics from music while writing to quantity v. quality to whatever. I’m all over the place in this one! ALL OVER THE PLACE!

And I play some blues harp, because blues harp.


Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hello, Friday, my old friend. I’ve got 100 words again.

In sentences softly creepy, in paragraphs that are something something…

Okay, I couldn’t keep it going. It’s early when I am writing this and coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. But, for you, my brave fans of micro-fiction, it is FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARRRRRRRTY TIIIIIIIIIMMMME!

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Now, on to the drabble!



Modern City Life
Jake Bible

The subway rattled down the tracks while Holston stared at his hands. The other passengers had gotten off at the last few stops, leaving the car empty, a decaying mausoleum of modern city life.

Holston coughed. He didn’t cover his mouth, just watched the droplets of spittle hit the deck of the subway car, adding to the years of grime and gunk.

He wiped at his mouth and the back of his hand came away bloody.

It was too late.

Holston set his hand on his jeans and closed his eyes, ready for the end of the world to begin.



Disclaimer: You can’t take it with you when you die. Whatever it is.

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