Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Happy Friday!

    Not gonna get into selling you anything. You want one of the new audiobooks? Click up top, yo. Haven’t read Roak or Nebula Risen? Click up top. Missed a podcast episode? Yeah, you know what to do.

    Now, on with the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Every Last One
    By
    Jake Bible

    Hill threw himself behind the wall, his left hand scrambling at his belt for an extra magazine, the slide locked back on his Beretta for the third time that night.

    Hill’s hand continued to scramble.

    “No,” he whispered as he looked down at his waist to see he’d already used every last magazine. Every last one.

    He rested the back of his head against the wall. Hill knew he couldn’t outrun the men on his tail. And a bullet in the back was no way to die.

    A shout. Hill nodded. He stepped away from the wall and said goodbye.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Face you fear!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hello!

    Hey! Guess what? I added a new contest for the month of August! Get some reviews in and you can win a signed paperback, or a free audiobook, or your name as a character in one of my novels! Clicky clicky!

    But, that’s not what you’re here for. You’re here for the new audiobooks! 😉

    What? Oh, you’re here for the drabble. I see, I see.

    Well, enjoy!

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    The Pawn
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    The pawn was slid across the picnic table. Black stone of some sort.

    Cort didn’t care what the chess piece was made of. He only cared what name was etched into the bottom. He checked and frowned.

    “You sure?” Cort asked the round-faced man that stared at him from across the table. “Can’t go back from this.”

    The round-faced man nodded.

    “Your funeral,” Cort said and smiled. The smile was not returned. Cort shrugged. “It’ll be done tomorrow tonight.”

    The round-faced man left. Cort watched him go and tucked the pawn away.

    Time to get to work.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Audiobooks! Contest!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Here we are again. Time marches on and we find ourselves wrapped in the warm embrace of yet another Friday. Feel the hug. FEEL IT!

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    Now, on with tonight’s 100 words of HUNGRY!

    Enjoy!

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    Ran No More
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    Tony ran as fast as he could. Which wasn’t very damn fast since he was missing a good twenty percent of his right thigh. A whole chunk. Gone. Bitten right out by what looked like a fifth grader.

    But, Tony still ran. He hobbled his scrawny ass across the street, well aware of the monsters only half a block back that were hot on that ass.

    “Let me in!” he shouted as he slammed his shoulder into the apartment building’s door. “Let me in!”

    No one replied. No one came to see. No one opened up.

    Tony ran no more.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Aim for the head!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Howdy, y’all!

    Another week has come to an end. And as your reward for not going ten kinds of insane and rampaging through the streets with a burning zucchini in both hands, you get free micro-fiction!

    Let the Friday Night Drabble Party begin!

    I have been very busy writing the third Roak novel this week. Should have it done by mid-August. So be on the lookout for the pre-order! In the meantime, if you’re not sure what Roak is, check him out below. The first two books are available now!

    Now, on with the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    New Boots
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    Her boots were slick with their blood.

    The intricate stitching, which once had been ivory white, was stained a deep pink. Dee stared down at the boots, new by only a couple of days, and frowned. That shit didn’t come out.

    Too late to do anything. The stitching would stay that color, maybe fade a little over time, but for the foreseeable future, she’d have pink stitching in her black boots.

    Dee holstered her pistol and lit a cigar, puffing hard to get it glowing, then tapped ash on her main target’s slack face.

    “Vaya con Dios, bitch,” she said.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: ROAK!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Okay, okay, I know I missed last week. But, y’all, I was at the lake! THE LAKE! Lake time rules.

    Hey! Y’all signed up for my newsletter? Better get to that. I give shit away, people. Books, audiobooks, a chance for your name to be in one of my books. Get on it!

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    Now, on with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    New Sheriff
    By
    Jake Bible

    The Legend stood in the middle of the street, pistol drawn, dust blowing everywhere.

    “This is my town, Gil,” the Legend stated. “I ain’t gonna–.”

    The gunshot rang out and the Legend fell to his knees. He stared down at the blooming red that soaked his vest just under his star.

    “You were sayin’?” Gil sighed as he holstered his pistol. “I ain’t gonna…what?”

    The Legend sputtered, coughed, fell on his face, died.

    The townsfolk gasped.

    “Guess I’m the new sheriff in town,” Gil said, grinning at the townsfolk. “Bet you sorry sacks didn’t see that comin’, did ya?”

     

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Shoot first.