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Friday Night Drabble Party

Friday Night Drabble Party!

And the Lord said, “Let there be an audiobook of Four Weeks To Finished!”

And there was. And it was narrated by me!

That’s right, folks, I narrated Four Weeks To Finished and now it is available for your precious earholes to consume. Y’all should get to the clicking of the pic below and bask in the writing wisdom I have bestowed upon the masses. BASK!

Now, enjoy the drabble goodness!



To Your Left
Jake Bible

“The peg to your left. Your left. To your left, Carl. YOUR LEFT!”

“This one?”

“Is that to your left?”

“No. This is my…right?”

“Yes, Carl, that’s your right. Which would make that peg the…?”

“Yellow peg?”

“The wrong peg! It’s the wrong peg, Carl! What happens if you pull out the wrong peg?”

“The temple collapses.”

“And what happens when the temple collapses?”

“We’re crushed?”

“If we’re lucky, yes, but what really happens is the ruins fill with swamp water and we drown.”

“I’d rather be crushed.”

“Wouldn’t we all.”

“So this peg?”

“No, Carl! To your left!”



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Friday Night Drabble Party!

One more week down! Getting closer to the End of Days, folks!

What? Oh, I’m kidding. How would I know when the End of Days is? I mean, it’s not like having the last name of Bible puts me in a special club or anything. I’m not building a bunker for my family in the mountains so it’s ready before January 18th, 2023. Why would I do something so very specific? Y’all are paranoid.

Hey! Who wants a drabble? You do!

Check out the drabble below and if you like what you read and want to support the author that wrote such a fine little nugget of fiction (me) then please click around the website for a bit. Also, review a book! Preferably one of mine, but you do you.

Oh, and check out my interview on the Unstructured podcast. You’ll dig it.



Two Doors
Jake Bible

“Seven doors? There should be only two doors,” Dale stated.

“What?” the devil asked. “No, seven is our usual number.”

“Yeah, but The Lady and the Tiger,” Dale replied.

“What tiger? We don’t have tigers down here,” the devil said, annoyed.

“No, it’s a story,” Dale insisted, “with two doors.”

“Yeah, well, your story has seven doors. Pick one,” the devil snapped.

“I’m going to ignore five of the doors and just use those two,” Dale said.

“You realize it’s shit like this that got you down here in the first place, right?” the devil asked and rolled his eyes.



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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Yo! What’s up, Party People? You ready for some drabbletastic delights? Yeah, you are!

Of course, before we get to the 100 Words of Awesome, we must first explore all the goodness that has been delivered to the internet this week by yours truly. By me, in case the yours truly thing doesn’t translate to your culture/generation/species/etc.

A new Writing In Suburbia episode is up! Huzzah! In this episode I explore Two Questions With Patrick E. McLean. Y’all should check it out.

And I also uploaded a new video to my YouTube Writing Advice series. Checking that out is something else you should do. Right now. Go check it out. Do it. You wanna, you know it. Do it. Come on.

As always, I gotta shill me some Max Rage: Intergalactic Badass! If you haven’t read it then get on that! If you have read it then please leave a review! REVIEW!

Now, on with the drabble!



Not For Me
Jake Bible

Hailey studied the ancient inscription, staring at it for hours before finally uncurling her legs from under her to stand. The numbness that spread in her limbs threatened to topple her into the dirt and musky flowers that surrounded the broken idol.

“Miss?” Algernon asked. “Have you found what you seek?”

Hailey smiled a sad, knowing smile at her assistant.

“I did, Al,” Hailey said. “But what I found is not for me.”

Hailey picked up her bag, shooing Algernon’s hands away from the canvas sack, and hiked back into the jungle to reverse the trek she’d spent months taking.



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Friday Night Drabble Party!


Hold on, let me turn the volume down… There we go. Let’s try this again…

You!  Yes, you! You have not purchased Max Rage. I am disappointed. It’s great. The perfect summer fun read. All kinds of action and adventure, foul language and sex, many a pun and bad joke. Get on it!

Here is a picture to click to assist you in your purchasing of Max Rage: Intergalactic Badass!

Now, I bet you want a drabble? Huh? Did you click the pic and buy Max Rage? I’ll wait. I have all the time in the world.




Okay, on with the drabble!



Stupid Apocalypse
Jake Bible

“All eighty-five dead!” Wilson called out from the bottom of the chasm. “Eighty-five!”

Melors and Ralf stared down into the darkness while Crispin shook his head.

“Melors?” Crispin asked. “You ready?”

“Eighty-five, man,” Melors replied.

“It’s what you’re here for,” Ralf said.

“I know!” Melors shouted then calmed herself. “I know. But eighty-five? That’s a lot of meat.”

“We didn’t chase them here to take their wallets,” Crispin said. “You’re the professional butcher.”

Melors looked to Ralf, but he couldn’t meet her eye.

“Stupid apocalypse,” Melors muttered, stepping onto the chasm’s rope ladder. “I miss McDonalds.”



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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Yo! Welcome to the Friday after 4th of July!

For those not in the US of A, we call this Friday “Stop shooting off fireworks, you dumb redneck sons of bitches!”.

Speaking of sons of bitches, how about that Max Rage, right? He’s one badass SOB! Hell, he’s so badass he’s Intergalactic!

But, despite being an Intergalactic Badass, Max Rage needs your help! The ebook is hovering in the charts. Not going up, not going down, just hovering. If y’all could buy a copy and give a little nudge, that’d be awesome. And, if you’ve already bought the ebook then please leave a review! Reviews are the lifeblood of authors!

Now, click the giant pic and get you some Max Rage: Intergalactic Badass!

Did ya click? I sure hope so. I sure hope so…

Drabble time!



How Droll
Jake Bible

Kitteridge never met a fight he didn’t want to join.

So, upon seeing the melee occurring just outside the door to his hotel, Kitteridge simply could not help himself.

The first person he encountered tried to snap his wrist. Kitteridge was having none of that. A strike to the throat brought a slow death.

The second person had a weapon. A lead pipe. Kitteridge found this infinitely amusing and laughed as he took the pipe and crushed the man’s head.

The third person had a pistol. He shot Kitteridge.

“A pistol. How droll,” were Kitteridge’s last words.

How droll indeed.



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