Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Possibly the only thing to get me past the post-Halloween blues. Most people get that day after Christmas depression, but that’s my wife’s birthday so we keep the party rollin’. That means in our house the depression comes on November 1st instead.  The day after Halloween should be a holiday. It helps kids get past their sugar hangovers and adults get past their Halloween party hangovers. Make this a law now! NOW!

    Or just read this week’s drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Break

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Wind speed?” Heller whispered.

    “Twenty knots,” Mitchell replied. “South by southwest. Countdown in three…two…one…break.”

    The shot was fired and hit its target perfectly.

    By the time the bodyguards knew which way to look, Heller and Mitchell had broken down their hide and were heading to the extraction point. They had five minutes, tops.

    The buildings were old and derelict, but still occupied. Heller and Mitchell watched every window, every doorway. The extraction point was just ahead.

    Mitchell stepped out first then went down. Perfect head shot. The bullet ripped apart any chance of him realizing the irony of his death.

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    Disclaimer: A sniper’s life is always intense.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    The last Friday before Halloween!

    I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.

    Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.

    Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!

    Enjoy!

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    Had to Get Home

    By

    Jake Bible

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

    His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.

    So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.

    When he got home, they were all crying. Why?

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

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    Cheers!

    And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!

    Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

  • An Interview About Z-Burbia On Ashevilleblog.com

    Hey, Folks!

    Just wanted to share a quick link! I was interviewed by ashevilleblog.com since my latest novel, Z-Burbia, is set right here in the Cesspool of Sin itself, Asheville, NC! Have a read and be sure to check out Z-Burbia and all the gory satire and zombie horror I’ve packed into it!

    Cheers!

    Z-Burbia Comes To Asheville

    Zburbia_ebook_cover

  • 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.

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    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.