Jake Bible Fiction

  • 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!

  • Jake on The Funky Werepig!

    Hey, y’all!

    Here is an interview I did on The Funky Werepig bat the end of July. It was a blast so have a listen!

    Cheers!

    The Funky Werepig- Jake Bible

    It will also be in my iTunes feed, so be sure to subscribe there. “What?”, you ask, “But you stopped podcasting. ” Never say never people. Never say never…

  • 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.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Uh…I got nothing.

  • The Americans and Metal And Ash are now available!

    Howdy, folks!

    I am very pleased to announce that books 2 and 3 of the Apex Trilogy are now available!

    Here is the cover for The Americans!

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    And here is Metal and Ash!

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    I am loving these new covers (still love the old ones too!). Click on the pics and you’ll go to the ordering pages!

    Enjoy!

  • 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.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Angst! It smells like teen spirit.