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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Time for another edition of the Friday Night Drabble Party! Huzzah!

But, before we get into the 100 words of greatness, how about you check out the brand spanking new audiobook edition of The Flipside? DO IT! CHECK IT OUT!

Get yourself to The Flipside!

Oh, and something cool is NPR’s Summer Reader Poll! You can nominate a horror series! Like, say, Z-Burbia! Wouldn’t that be cool? GO DO IT!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Paper Cup
By
Jake Bible

Dash ignored the man shaking the tattered paper cup up at him from the sidewalk. Lawrence paused and dropped some change in the cup. Dash waited until they’d walked a few yards away before turning to glare at Lawrence.

“Why’d you do that? Don’t encourage the bums,” Dash said.

“Bum? Oh, that’s Michael Namath. You know, the famous writer?” Lawrence replied.

“What? Him? He looks homeless,” Dash said, glancing back over his shoulder at the disheveled man, cup still held up for those that cared.

“Oh, he is homeless. He’s a writer,” Lawrence replied. “So, I’m thinking sushi for lunch.”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: The Flipside in your earholes!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

It’s Friday!

Time for some summer fun! While you read this, I’m roasting chestnuts on an open fire and hanging the stockings with care. …what? Oh, right…. wrong script. Gimme a sec.

*checks notes on seasons*

Okay, got it.

Watermelon! Swimming holes! Sunburns! Cornhole (It’s a game. Look it up.)! Hot dogs and hangin’ with friends! BEER!

Phew. I’m exhausted after all that summer fun listing.

How about I talk about cool stuff that dropped this week? OKAY!

There’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia! I interviewed New York Times Bestselling author Beth Revis!

And, since we’re on the subject of writing advice, I now have a series of videos on YouTube! Check them out too!

Now, how about we get on with the drabble? Huzzah!

Enjoy!

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For Them
By
Jake Bible

Edgar fidgeted, nearly dropping the snub nose .38 he held in his shaking, sweaty hands. The night was incredibly humid, even for the rainy season, and he was having a hard time keeping the car’s windows from steaming up so he could see the apartment building’s front door.

“This is for them,” he whispered in the dark car. “You do this for them.”

The apartment door opened, but Edgar couldn’t see who was coming out. He chanced it and slowly opened the car door. The person froze on the steps. Edgar jumped out, raised the revolver, and fired.

“For them…”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Go get some advice!

Writing In Suburbia #64: Two Questions With Beth Revis!

Yay! Finally another episode of Writing In Suburbia!

May was a cooky kind of month and I really needed to keep my head down and write, write, write. Plus life is life and all that jazz.

So, in this episode, I bring you Beth Revis! Beth is a New York Times Bestselling author of YA fiction, including the Star Wars novel Rebel Rising, as well as the author of the Paper Hearts series of how-to books on being a professional writer. Website is below so get to the clicking!

Also, racists suck. Listen to the episode to find out why (in general, you should already know why).

Enjoy the show!

Show notes-

Find out more about Beth at bethrevis.com

Books and stuffs mentioned:

The Flipside

YouTube Writing Advice Series

Four Weeks To Finished: How To Stop Making Excuses, Start Being Prolific, And Finish Your Novel!

Brian Keene GoFundMe

Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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Friday Night Drabble Party! Racist Edition!

Well, folks, it was bound to happen– I got my first racist review on Amazon. Yep.

Why is it racist? Because The Flipside contains pretty much zero politics. But the main characters are all people of color. So, this guy’s issue is that “non-white” (I’m using air quotes there) men and women are taking all the science fiction lead character jobs from hard working white folk.

Sweet bloody Hell…

Anyhoo, screw that guy, right?

How about some good news? Blood Ghast Blues is out in audiobook! BAM!

Go get your audio on, y’all!

Now, let’s have ourselves some Drabble fun! Oh, and I did have fun writing this one!

Enjoy!

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Cookies Too
By
Jake Bible

Hugh sat at his computer, eyes squinting at the screen as the darkness of the basement enveloped him. He smiled as he typed, knowing he would make a difference in the War.

Hugh reread his manifesto over and over again. His finger hovered over the “enter” button on his keyboard.

“MOM!” Hugh called, not bothering to look at the stairs. “I NEED MORE CAPRI SUN!”

“Okay, Hughey!” his mother called back from upstairs. “Cookies, too?”

“OF COURSE I WANT COOKIES!”

Hugh pressed enter. The book review he’d just left would make him a hero, he knew it in his heart.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Careful or you might catch SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIOR NONSENSE!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

And a fine howdy to y’all this evening!

Welcome back to the Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hey! Guess what? New audiobook!

Click the pic (it’s a big pic, hard to miss) and fill your earholes with some Roak on a murderous rampage! GOOD STUFF!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Flitter Along
By
Jake Bible

“Little boxes, little boxes…”

The imp hummed as he skipped from house to house, his pail of oil splashing its contents here and there in an incendiary trail of destruction. The flames from the first house found that trail and began to follow the imp.

He paused in his humming, his skipping, his destruction, and glanced over his shoulder at the approaching flames.

“Oh, hello,” he said and waved. “Flitter along to those little boxes now. Flitter along.”

The flames found the many trails of oil leading to the front doors of the unsuspecting homes. Oh, how those flames flittered…

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: More Roak!

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