Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hello!

    Welcome back to another night of 100 words of greatness!

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    Now, on with the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Don’t Interrupt
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    “Punch the fuck outta him! Punch his goddamn face in!”

    The adults’ conversation came to a halt. They turned to regard the foul-mouthed toddler that was busy staring at the fence.

    “You call that a punch? That’s a slap from a three year old boy!”

    “Missy?” the child’s mother said as she walked quickly over to her daughter. “Missy?”

    “Ghost fight, bitch. Don’t interrupt.”

    The mother’s left eye twitched. She returned to the patio.

    “Girls will be girls,” she said when the guests looked for an explanation.

    They nodded in agreement and went back to their boring adult chat.

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  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Howdy!

    Tonight is my wedding anniversary! Huzzah to 19 years of awesome!

    So, that means you have to buy me a present. THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS!

    Nah, I’m kidding. But, hey, you can buy yourself a present in the form of the Mech Corps audiobook!

    Oooo, shiny…

    On to the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Press The Button
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    “Press the button, love.”

    “Yes, but…”

    “Do not hesitate, my dear. Press the button.”

    “It will end everything. Everything, sweetheart. Are we sure this is what we want?”

    “Have we ever been less sure of anything before? There’s nothing left. Press the button and we close the book on this world and this life. All things must come to an end. Now is our time.”

    “I suppose so. It is rather dreary out there. Not a soul left alive anyway.”

    “Except the rats.”

    “Yes. The rats. Do you think some of them will survive?”

    “Probably not.”

    They pressed the button.

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  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Howdy!

    One more Friday down, a bajillion to go! Or something like that. Time is confusing.

    Anyhoo, hey, you know what would be really cool? Winning 30+ SciFi ebooks! Click that pic below and find out how!

    Wow. That’s a big pic.

    Now, on to the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Dead Or Dormant
    by
    Jake Bible

     

    “Is it… Is it a…god?” Teller asked, one gloved hand to his chest, the other on the butt of his pistol.

    “No, Teller, it’s not a god,” Basko replied as he checked the readings on his handheld scanner. “It doesn’t even register. The thing is dead or dormant.”

    The two crewman stared at the behemoth that was collapsed across the hillside. Above them red clouds swirled endlessly, creating a vertiginous feeling that threatened to send both of them to their knees. Finally, they turned and hiked back to the shuttle.

    A massive eye opened, filled with relief. Close one.

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    Disclaimer: My god, it’s full of scifi writers!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    A million Fridays behind me, a bajillion Fridays to go! With all the Drabbles in between!

    No clue what any of that means, but it sounded nice in my head. And if it’s in my head then it’s gonna get written down at some point. This is that point.

    Hey! Guess what? There will be all kinds of deals and promos and contests coming up. I’ll be announcing them this coming week. But, the only way you’ll find out about them is if you sign up on my mailing list. Seriously. You don’t want to miss out!

    Get to the signing!

    Now, on to the Drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Tenderized
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    The engine sputtered and died.

    Tanya glared at the gas gauge, the red arrow lying its ass off as it pointed to half a tank. She pounded the steering wheel with white hot rage until the heels of her hands were tenderized into bruised lumps of pain.

    “Goddammit.”

    She grabbed the blood-coated backpack and shotgun from Delia’s lap and shoved the driver’s side door open. Delia wasn’t going to need them; she’d died a good fifty miles back.

    Tanya didn’t waste a second. She sprinted into the shadowed woods that bordered the road. Cross country was the new plan.

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    Disclaimer: The gas tank is lying to you and the spare tire has a drinking problem!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, hello there, everybody! Welcome to the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hey! Guess what? NEW NOVEL!

    Yep, that’s right, I have a new novel out. SURPRISE! Not really. You know me. I write. It’s what I do.

    What’s the novel? Nebula Risen- A Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter Novel!

    Bam!

    Jonny Nebula was the greatest heavy-grav fighter to ever compete in the Orbs. Galactic Champion for two decades running, no one could touch his skill. Until his final, brutal fight when his reign came to a bloody, deadly end.
    But, as Roak is about to find out, there’s always an encore.
    An old friend from his past. A job that shouldn’t exist. A web of lies and deceit that goes deeper than anyone knows. Roak has his work cut out for him.
    It’ll take all of Roak’s skills as the galaxy’s premiere bounty hunter to track down a dead man. Especially one that refuses to be found without a knockdown, drag out, to the death (again) fight!

     

     

     

     

     

     

    How ya like dem apples? DOUBLE BAM!

    Now, on with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Works Now
    By
    Jake Bible

     

    “What’s that, Coop?” Ropes asked. “That looks…funny.”

    “Just drink it, Ropes,” Coop replied. “Trust me.”

    “Last time I trusted you, Coop, you nearly poisoned me.”

    “That was an accident.”

    Ropes eyed the bottle with deep suspicion. “Then what is it?”

    “Energy drink.”

    “Not poison?”

    “Would I poison you, Ropes? Would I?”

    “But, last time–.”

    “Accident. Complete and total accident.”

    Ropes reached for the bottle of bubbling green liquid, hesitated, reached for it again, hesitated once more, then took the drink and downed it.

    Ropes died. Horribly. The worst death. Blood, pus, everything.

    “I fixed it,” Coop said. “Works now.”

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    Disclaimer: TRIPLE BAM!