• Hey, kids! Look at all the beautiful leaves. And that view, wow! Just wow! It sure is spectacular up here on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Don’t you think, kids? Kids? Kids…what are you doing to Mommy? And what’s all that red…stuff… OH DEAR GOD!

    Yes, folks, Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell is live and ready for your eyeholes to read its undead goodness! UNDEAD GOODNESS!

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    Z-Burbia has been in the Amazon charts for a month now, which is pretty, pretty, pretty cool. Hopefully fans that picked that one up will pick up Z-Burbia 2! It continues the story of Jason “Jace” Stanford and his struggle to keep that suburban dream even in the face of the zombie apocalypse. It also expands the scope of the setting and brings way more of Asheville and Western North Carolina into the story.

    But don’t take my word for it, here’s the official description:

    “The Grove Park Inn.
    From the early 1900s right up to Z-Day, the Grove Park Inn was the place for the affluent to stay when vacationing in Asheville, NC. Everyone from F. Scott Fitzgerald to President Barak Obama stayed at the Grove Park. Artists, actors, diplomats, masters of industry, all called it a temporary home at one point or another. But that was before the zombie apocalypse.
    Now the five story stone, brick, and wood luxury inn is home to a different element. An unknown element. A heavily armed element.
    With Whispering Pines being rebuilt, Jace “Long Pork” Stanford has nothing better to do than find out who the newcomers are. Well, while he’s not busy dealing with the ever present Z hordes. Or running for his life from paramilitary mercenaries. Or possibly blowing up more of the zombie infested city because he can’t help pressing buttons. Buttons are meant to be pressed, even in the apocalypse, right?
    Looks like it’s just another day in Z-Burbia!”

    Sounds great, right? RIGHT? Right…that’s what I thought. 😉 Winky face!

    So get yourself over to Amazon and snag a copy of Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell! You’ll want to get this one so you are ready for Z-Burbia 3: Estate of the Dead when it comes out! OH, YEAH!!!

    Cheers!

  • Friday. Night. Drabble. Party.

    Read those words, think upon them, embrace their meaning and learn from them. FOR THEY SHALL RULE THE WORLD!

    Or not. Whatever. It’s Friday and I’ve got a drabble for you.

    Enjoy!

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    Curling

    By

    Jake Bible

    The bony finger beckoned, curling in on itself again and again, as the hand withdrew into the tall weeds and high grass. Little Teal’s pig-tailed head was barely level with the top of that grass; even on tip-toes she couldn’t see who the finger belonged to.

    She watched as the finger receded, her eyes wary and careful. Mama had said to go outside and play in the backyard. But she also said not to go with strangers. Was this a stranger? Was it a neighbor?

    She didn’t know. The only way to find out was to follow.

    Which she did.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Teach your children well.

  • It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Possibly the only thing to get me past the post-Halloween blues. Most people get that day after Christmas depression, but that’s my wife’s birthday so we keep the party rollin’. That means in our house the depression comes on November 1st instead.  The day after Halloween should be a holiday. It helps kids get past their sugar hangovers and adults get past their Halloween party hangovers. Make this a law now! NOW!

    Or just read this week’s drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Break

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Wind speed?” Heller whispered.

    “Twenty knots,” Mitchell replied. “South by southwest. Countdown in three…two…one…break.”

    The shot was fired and hit its target perfectly.

    By the time the bodyguards knew which way to look, Heller and Mitchell had broken down their hide and were heading to the extraction point. They had five minutes, tops.

    The buildings were old and derelict, but still occupied. Heller and Mitchell watched every window, every doorway. The extraction point was just ahead.

    Mitchell stepped out first then went down. Perfect head shot. The bullet ripped apart any chance of him realizing the irony of his death.

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    Disclaimer: A sniper’s life is always intense.

  • The last Friday before Halloween!

    I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.

    Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.

    Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!

    Enjoy!

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    Had to Get Home

    By

    Jake Bible

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

    His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.

    So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.

    When he got home, they were all crying. Why?

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

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    Cheers!

    And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!

    Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

  • Dang, man, is it Friday already? Then let’s get this Party started!

    Another horror/Halloween themed Drabble for ya tonight. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

    And, being this most wonderful time of the year, I am sure you are in the mood for more than just 100 words! Oh, I know you are.  So how about you check out my newest novel, Z-Burbia! Just click on the pic and away you will go! Then come back and read some drabbley goodness!

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    Enjoy!

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    Children Will Play

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we are calling you this morning,” the children sang.

    They played their little game, holding hands, walking slowly in a circle. Their voices lifted into the Autumn air like dead leaves blowing on the wind.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, come on home, our darling,” they sang.

    The body in the center of the circle stirred. First a twitch of its leg, a flutter of its hand.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we give this form to thee,” the children continued, “For Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we want the world to bleed.”

    The body rose. The children cheered.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Nothing to see, just innocent children’s games. So very innocent…