Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Pssst. Hey, you. Yeah, you. You, uh, like Drabbles? Yeah? You like to Party? Yeah, you know what I mean. Party, man, Party. You do? Excellent.

    Then it’s time for another Friday Night Drabble Party! You bring the Friday and I bring the Drabble and we have ourselves a little Party!

    Woo to the hoo!

    I’m working on a new book series and it’s pretty much straight up zombie-goodness. So in the new project’s honor I bring you tonight’s drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    Never Stop

    By

    Jake Bible

    The metal fencing tore into his forearm as he squeezed through. He knew it was bad, but he couldn’t take the time to stop and look. He couldn’t take the time to stop at all.

    The car had blown a gasket three miles back and his feet had been in constant motion since. The dead things were everywhere. Everywhere.

    The moans, the groans, the hisses as he sprinted by, his legs tiring, his lungs burning, the hitch in his side becoming a cramp, becoming a stabbing pain.

    He saw a door. He stopped to try it.

    He shouldn’t have stopped.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: It’s all about cardio.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Kapow! That’s right, the Party is back for another Friday adventure in Drabbletastic goodness!

    DRABBLETASTIC!

    I have a few coals in the fire that I’ll be announcing soon, but y’all will just have to wait patiently. PATIENTLY!

    Until then how about reading a drabble? Yes? Excellent…

    Enjoy!

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    Team Work

    By

    Jake Bible

    Curled about a tree, a snake sighs.

    “I wait, I strike, I eat, I shit,” the snake says. “Repeat.”

    “Not about fun,” the squirrel above him chatters. “Gotta work! Gotta set those nuts aside. Gotta dig, dig, dig. CAR! Gotta watch for cars!”

    “Work is hard,” the snake says.

    “No, it’s easy!”

    “Show me.”

    “What?” the squirrel asks. “Show you? How?”

    “Come here.”

    “No way!” the squirrel laughs. Just before it is swallowed by the snake on the tree limb behind it.

    “I call dibs on the tree next time,” the snake below says.

    “Deal,” the snake above replies. “Burp.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: CAR!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Another Friday, another Party! Can I get a whoop-whoop?

    No? How about a yowza? Not that either?

    Bam? Woot? Yippee?

    No?

    Screw you guys, I’m taking my Drabble and going home…

    Or not!

    Enough babble…

    Enjoy!

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    Unmovable Prison
    By
    Jake Bible

    The needle entered the vein like a long lost lover, home for the weekend, desperate for connection. Up came the blood, mixing, mixing, mixing. Down went the plunger.

    The sigh was long and blissful; the long lost lover having satisfied.

    The room spun; the ceiling evaporated. Stars above became stars in hand; the night sky was infinite and in reach.

    Planets came and went, spinning their dizzying lives around their stars; worlds gone wild.

    Then the inevitable crash; the falling back into the body that was an unmovable prison.

    Hector blinked happily.

    “You’re welcome,” the nurse said. “Tomorrow then?”

    Blink.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Uh…I got nothing.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hello, Friday, my old friend,

    I’ve come to talk to you again,

    In visions softly- Oh, wait, sorry, got caught up there for a second.

    HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO, FRIDAY!

    That better?

    So, as I write this, I am strangely in one of the most productive writing times of my career. Seriously. I am averaging 5,000+ words a day without breaking a sweat. And the words are coming easy. EASY!

    The difference? New genre. Actually, I’m not sure “genre” is the right word. It is interesting.

    But, anyhoo, let’s get on with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Frayed Laces
    By
    Jake Bible

    The bleachers were empty; the crowd gone for hours. William sat alone, his hands folded in his lap, his breath mist upon the cold. With every exhalation he felt a little less himself; a little less there.

    “She’ll come back,” Randall said as he sat down next to William. “Won’t she?”

    William shook his head, looking at his muddy sneakers and frayed laces. He’d been meaning to get new laces every time he was at the store. He lifted his head up and looked at the October clouds float by the barely visible stars.

    “No,” William finally replied. “She won’t.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Angst! It smells like teen spirit.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Here we are again, folks! Another Friday, another Party, another Drabble!

    Huzzah to the hu and the zzah!

    Hey, see that mock cover to the right? The one that says Natural Born Cyborgs? Have a click and pre-order that puppy! I’ve been working on the outline and story and soon there will be some updates for y’all! But be sure and get in early.

    Now to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    In A Flash
    By
    Jake Bible

    “It steals your soul,” whispered Alyse. “That’s what my priest says.”

    “That’s crazy,” Wilma said from the corner of her mouth, trying to hold her smile. “Now shush.”

    “But what if it does?” Alyse asked.

    “Please don’t move or talk,” the man behind the large box said. “It will ruin the photograph.”

    “Hush,” Wilma warned. “Be still.”

    The flash was almost painful and Alyse shook her head while blinking her eyes repeatedly.

    “Is that all?” Wilma asked. “When can we pick it up?”

    “Give me three days,” the photographer said.

    “Do we pay now?” Wilma asked.

    The photographer just smiled.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: At no point am I saying Glamor Shots will steal your soul. But I’m also not saying it won’t. Just saying.