Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Time to get your Drabble on, Drabble on, Drabble on! Time to get your Drabble on, because it’s Friday Night!

    Yes, those words above should be sung to the tune of Polly Put The Kettle On. You are welcome for that earworm.

    What’s up, home chickens?

    You digging this fine November evening? I sure as shit hope so!

    Now, of course, before we get to the 100 words of awesome, I should mention a couple of things.

    1. Mega 4: Behemoth Island– buy it or review it if you have already bought it. I thank you kindly for either or both. Much obliged.
    2. If you are interested in writing then there are a couple of things I am doing that should interest you. First is Writing In Suburbia, my podcast where I talk about life as a pro writer. The other is the Asheville/WNC Writers Coffeehouse. If you live in WNC then this is a great way to meet other area writers and share notes, experience, learn, and laugh. THERE WILL BE LAUGHTER!

    Other than that, I think we’re good to go. On to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Not My Oak
    By
    Jake Bible

    The tree refused to move. No matter how much Scotty screamed at it, waved his arms over his head at it, punched it, kicked it, called it names. Nope. It refused to move.

    “It’s an oak,” Mr. Hansenfurth said as he peered over the privacy fence that separated their yards. So much for privacy. “Oaks are stubborn. You gotta bribe it.”

    “Bribe it?” Scotty asked. “With what?”

    “The blood of the innocent,” Mr. Hansenfurth said. “Oaks do love innocent blood.”

    “Where do I get innocent blood in this town?” Scotty asked.

    Mr. Hansenfurth shrugged. “Not my oak, not my problem.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Banzai!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Oh, the Party is on! Free micro-fiction for everyone! EVERYONE!

    But, of course, before you get to the reading portion of tonight’s entertainment, how’s about you do some clickety clickety. Just click that pic below and it will take you to a magical land of mutant dinosaurs, misfit SpecOps operators, cannibal cavepeople, and a bigfoot. No shit.

    Behemoth-Island-ebook-coverNow, on to the drabble! PARTY ON!

    Enjoy!

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    Always Botch It
    By
    Jake Bible

    “Too many witnesses,” Laughlin said as he limped his way between two trailers, reality TV shows battling back and forth from the windows over his head. “Dammit. Botched it again.”

    Sirens wailed a few blocks off.

    Laughlin stumbled to a stop at the corner of one of the trailers and looked out at the driveway beyond. A small Datsun pickup sat there, asking to be taken. He made sure the coast was clear then hobbled his ass to the driver’s side door.

    The chock-chuck of a shotgun being pumped stopped his hobble.

    “Dammit,” he sighed. “I always botch it.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Try not to botch it this time.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    It is Friday. I have written a Drabble. You will now Party. Huzzah.

    You will also buy a book. It is called Mega 4: Behemoth Island. I have embedded a link in the title as well as the picture below. Click the link or the picture.

    I will now tell you about the book. There is action. There is adventure. There is gore and violence. There are dinosaurs. Mutant dinosaurs. Buy it now. You will like it. You will.

    Behemoth-Island-ebook-coverNow you will enjoy the drabble. Yay.

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    A Simple Matter Of Time
    By
    Jake Bible

    No one saw them, their silent bodies drifting through the crowd, their hungry fingers touching the cheeks of the innocent, the hair of the wicked, the necks of the complacent.

    The sickness began on a weekend and ended on a Wednesday. Entire cities, towns, villages were wiped out. Bodies lay where they fell, their contents drained, only husks left.

    Those that survived the first wave, the resistors, hid. They found hovels and holes, caves and canyons. They dug bunkers and climbed mountains.

    But when Death builds an army, it is only a matter of time. A simple matter of time.A Simple Matter Of Time
    By
    Jake Bible

    No one saw them, their silent bodies drifting through the crowd, their hungry fingers touching the cheeks of the innocent, the hair of the wicked, the necks of the complacent.

    The sickness began on a weekend and ended on a Wednesday. Entire cities, towns, villages were wiped out. Bodies lay where they fell, their contents drained, only husks left.

    Those that survived the first wave, the resistors, hid. They found hovels and holes, caves and canyons. They dug bunkers and climbed mountains.

    But when Death builds an army, it is only a matter of time. A simple matter of time.

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    I will now say cheers.

    Cheers.

    Disclaimer: You are reading the disclaimer.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Yay for Friday! Or as I like to call it “One Day Closer To Death So Let’s Go Rob A Bank” day!

    I kid. Unless you happen to know of a team of criminals looking to apprentice a broke writer. I don’t have much experience, but damn if I don’t have enthusiasm! LET’S GO ROB A BANK!

    Okay, okay, enough with the funny stuff. Time to get serious. And by serious I mean GIANT MUTANT DINOSAURS AND CANNIBAL CAVEMEN!

    Mega 4: Behemoth Island is available for your ebook pleasure!

    Behemoth-Island-ebook-coverJust look at the awesome cover! You know you want to read the book! Do it! DO IT!

    And now for our regularly scheduled drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Make Excuses
    By
    Jake Bible

    My total amount of giving a shit is equal to the exact amount of I don’t give a fuck. It’s really that simple.

    “You make excuses, Blane,” I say. “You make excuses and then you hide behind them. You’re like a fucking terrorist that uses children as human shields.”

    I don’t really think Blane’s a terrorist. I also don’t blame him for making excuses. If I was getting the holy shit beat out of me, I’d make excuses too.

    I wipe the snot and blood from his face with his own sleeve.

    “Now, where is the cash, bitch?” I snarl.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Seriously, I’d make a great getaway driver or bag man. Send me a PM, DM, or IM. No BMs, though.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Another week is here and gone. That means it is time for a FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARTY!

    Hooyah!

    Before we get to the micro-fiction of greatness (GREATNESS!), I’m a gonna pimp a book. Because that’s what I do. I pimp my books. It helps pay the bills.

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    LDM CoverNow, on with the show!

    Enjoy!

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    Team Player
    By
    Jake Bible

    “Do you want the position or not?” Mr. Clarence asked Robert. “Because we’re only looking for team players here, Bobby.”

    “Rob,” Robert whispered as he tried to keep his hand steady. “I go by-.”

    “Don’t care,” Mr. Clarence said. “You’re now Bobby. A team player gets that. Are you a team player?”

    “Yes, sir,” Robert replied. His palm was slick with sweat and he felt like he would pass out at any second. “But why do I have to kill him?”

    “Easier for HR or something,” Mr. Clarence said. “Now pull the trigger and his job is yours, team player.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: The corporate life is the life for me!