Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Birthday Party!

    It’s a Friday Night Drabble Birthday Party!

    Not because it is the birthday of the Drabble Party, but because it’s my birthday! MINE!

    Which means y’all owe me a present. Here’s my list:

    1. Pick up Black Box Inc. right now in ebook or paperback.
    2. Leave a review for Black Box Inc. if you’ve already picked it up.
    3. Pick up Razer Edge (or any of the Roak books).
    4. Or leave a review for Razer Edge. It needs reviews!

    Okay, now that you’ve done all that, it’s time for my gift to you!

    Enjoy!

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    A Car
    By
    Jake Bible

    Pure fear. That’s what Harold felt as he stared at the monstrosity in his garage.

    “Uh…thanks?” he said with a forced smile.

    “It’s a car,” Livia stated.

    “Yeah, I see that,” Harold replied. “Is it, uh, street legal?”

    “Well, no, obviously.”

    “Obviously.”

    Harold reached behind him, fumbling blindly for the doorknob. He gave it a twist. The clicking noise made Livia turn and her blood smeared face glowed eerily in the fluorescent lights.

    “Where ya going?” she asked.

    “Gotta pee,” Harold replied then fled, leaving Livia and the dripping, stinking, pile of meat she called a “car” far behind.

    ***

    Cheers!

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  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, it’s not just a normal Friday! Nope, nope, nope!

    It’s a book birthday for Black Box Inc.!

    Check that baby out, will ya? Check it out! Best get to ordering, y’all!

    Now, on with the drabble!

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    One Wish
    By
    Jake Bible

    She blew out the candles and plunged the room into darkness.

    The singing had stopped and no one said a word. They waited in that darkness, breaths held, bodies shivering.

    “Where is it?” Charlotte hissed. “I made my wish. Where is it?”

    “Birthday magic is powerful magic,” Norris replied. “But it is also fallible. Hard to control. Hard to focus.”

    They waited some more then Charlotte snapped, “Light them again. I’ll try a new wish.”

    “You only get–.” Norris gasped and fell.

    “One wish is all you need,” the unearthly voice growled. “More than you will ever need, dear Charlotte.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: BLACK BOX INC.!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, it’s Friday the 13th! What a way to party, eh?

    I’m gonna leave these pics down here for you to click on at your leisure. Review Razer Edge, if you will. Buy For A Few Credits More, please. And pre-order Black Box Inc. Go!

    Now, on with the drabble!

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    Dear God…
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    Dear God,

    First, let me say thank you for providing all those immoral, nubile, drug-addicted teenagers for me to slaughter. I appreciate the gesture.

    But that’s not why I’m writing. This is a lot of work to do alone. I was hoping maybe you could send a friend? Someone good with knives? It’s asking a lot, but you’re God, so…

    Thank you for listening, and thank you for the whole immortality thing. Comes in handy when I’m set on fire, stabbed, shot, blown up, and run over by various vehicles.

    Hope you and Jesus are doing well.

    Love,
    Jason

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Machetes, am I right?

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hey, hey, hey! It’s Friiiiiiiiiiiii-day!

    Time to party, y’all!

    And by party, I mean read some micro-fiction. Oh, yeah!

    But, before you hop into the 100 words of incredible, how’s about you go show Razer Edge some love? I know you’ve read it. Right? RIGHT? Click the pic and leave a review, if you would be so kind. Reviews are the lifeblood of small press writers. I NEED MY LIFEBLOOD!

    Anyhoo, a review would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

    Now, on with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Dead Stuck
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    The gun’s jammed… Shit.

    This never happens. I meticulously check weapons before a job. In fact, I’m so paranoid about guns jamming that I rarely, almost never, use semi-automatic pistols and prefer revolvers exclusively.

    But, Tammy stole my .38, and Gil’s Glock 9mm kept jamming, so I gave him my Colt revolver, which left me with my Beretta .45. Normally a most reliable pistol. Normally…

    I keep trying, but the slide is stuck. Dead stuck. A lot like me.

    The squeal of feedback echoes through the broken glass window.

    “Come out, Tiny! It’s all over!”

    I guess it is.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: You’ll never take me alive, copper!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, it’s been a week, that’s for sure.

    Hey, there has been some tragedy in our lives here in Asheville. One of my wife’s co-workers lost two of her sons in a car accident this week. There are medical costs, funeral costs, and vehicle costs she’s going to need help with. If you have a spare dollar, please help. CLICK HERE TO HELP.

    On with the Drabble.

    Enjoy.

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    Kept Driving
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    The yellow line was so faded from time and the elements that Chessie could barely make it out in the pitch black of night. A little bit of reflection here, a hint of color there, that was all she could see.

    The night wore on and on. Chessie kept driving.

    Hours upon hours passed and daylight never returned. The clock on her dashboard never changed. The yellow line never got easier to see. Chessie kept driving.

    There was a song on the radio, but she hadn’t turned on the radio.

    Chessie sang along, somehow knowing the words.

    Chessie kept driving.

    ***

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