Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, here we find ourselves again, slave to the Drabble and the Party that it spawns!

    Oh, woe to the readers and writers of micro-fiction, for it is they that keep the world boxed in 100 word segments!

    For the time of Friday Night Drabble Party is at hand! Glory be to the words that are neither 99 nor 101!

    Okay, I’m done.

    Tonight I’m going old school with this drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    An Ode to HPL

    By

    Jake Bible

    He knew if he waited they would show themselves. He had heard them in the wall, crawling and scratching. The rats.

    He had the landlady, Mrs. Controu, place her ear to the wall, but she insisted there was nothing. Nothing? The gall of that woman! He heard them! Heard them even as she offered up her false denial!

    She was a part of it, he knew. She had set them to torment his life, to plague him with their scratching, to steal his sleep.

    So he waited in the wall; waited for them to come.

    But they were not rats.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: When dealing with vermin, please consult a professional.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party

    The first Friday of October! Oh, let the Party begin!

    I do love this month. Halloween and my birthday. I turn the big Four-Oh this month. Forty years of awesome! You know what else is awesome? The Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s true! And this month, each Friday will have some type of horror element. Not precisely Halloween themed, but close enough for horseshoes and beta releases.

    So get to reading this week’s Drabble!

    (PS- If you’re shopping for my birthday I prefer bourbon. I also like hats. I’m a bald man turning forty, so yes, I will wear them with irony.)

    Enjoy!

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    A Snapshot of Violence

    By

    Jake Bible

    The teeth flew from his mouth like streamers from a New Year’s Eve cracker. Bits of enamel like confetti; spittle like glitter. His head rocked to the side, all slow-motion and drama. Sweat exploded from his damp hair, spraying across the wall, filling the space between the splatters of blood. His legs went weak, his knees buckled, his hands reached behind him for something steady, something solid, substantial; the opposite of his mental state. He couldn’t open his eyes anymore; he couldn’t see the next hit. Or the next one. Or the next. Then, thankfully, it was over and done.

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    Disclaimer: I call them crackers, you call them poppers, either way they still go boom and spray paper and crap everywhere while making the dogs hide under the table.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Who’s ready to get down on the get down? Who’s ready to Party like it’s 2999? There will be jetpacks!

    I have a Drabble in my post and its happy to see you!

    Enjoy!

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    Video Games Kill!

    By

    Jake Bible

    “The jump is too far!” Harold screamed. “I’ll never make that!”

    “Come on, dude,” Clint smirked. “You just have to go all the way back, get a good start, run your ass off then jump at the very last second. Just like on level three of Super Jump Man.”

    “Impossible!”

    “No, it’s not. You got this.”

    “Fine. Whatever.”

    Harold stood at the far edge, took several deep breaths then ran. His arms pumped, his legs bunched. He jumped! And fell.

    “Huh,” Clint said, looking over the edge of the building at his friend’s mangled corpse. “Video game physics totally lied.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Kids are dumb.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Welcome back to the Party, y’all!

    If you have a look around you’ll see I did some rearranging of the website. Gotta get all professional looking, ya know what I mean?

    Speaking of professional, I will be at the Asheville Comic Expo tomorrow (Saturday 21st) from 11am to 7pm. I’ll be selling and signing books, handing out gruesome goodies, and just chatting it up with fans and readers and other professional artistic type peoples. You should come by. Seriously. Do it. Come by. DO IT!

    But what you’re really here for is tonight’s Drabble, right? RIGHT?

    Then let’s get to it!

    Enjoy!

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    Uncooperative Passengers

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Fifteen seconds until reentry,” Computer said. “Please prepare all passengers for landing.”

    Flames enveloped the hull as the vessel hit the upper atmosphere. Computer made all the calculations required to shield the occupants.

    “Reentry complete,” Computer said. “Adjusting course for Home Base. Please remain harnessed until further instructed.”

    Computer banked the vessel and came in at the correct speed  and trajectory to land safely, setting the vessel down with only a minimum of disturbance.

    “The Company thanks you for your service. You may now disembark.”

    Computer waited.

    “You may now disembark.”

    The skeletons strapped into the harnesses refused to answer.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Purchase of ticket does not constitute Company’s agreement to keep you alive. Please read all Terms and fill out the mandatory Will before boarding.

  • Friday The 13th Night Drabble Party!

    Only thing better than a normal Friday Night Drabble Party? A Friday the 13th Night Drabble Party!

    It’s like the Universe had me in mind when making the calendar. Thank you, Universe!

    So, to celebrate this most holy night of slasherific slasherness I give you this drabble! I serve it up  on a plate of pan-seared liver with a side of fava beans and a nice chianti. Mmmmmmm!

    Enjoy!

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    A Hard Night’s Work

    By

    Jake Bible

    “RUN!” I scream at her. “Go get the car!”

    I toss her the keys, but they slip through her fingers, falling into the thick mud at her feet.

    The rain pours down on us, creating red rivulets of blood that flow down my skin as my wounds continue to bleed. I can’t believe he cut me. Deep. Am I dying? Am I?

    “There he is!” she yells at me. “Just past the trees!”

    “THEN GO AFTER HIM!” I shout. “Do I have to do everything?!”

    What was I thinking hiring an assistant? There’s a reason we serial killers work alone.

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    How’d ya like that one?

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer:  They were warned…They are doomed…And on Friday the 13th, nothing will save them.