Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    While you are reading this I will be drinking beer and playing bocce ball. We’ll debate later who has the best deal.

    Enjoy!

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    300
    By
    Jake Bible

    “Turn, flick fingers like such, grab crotch, and PRESTO!” Harmon shouted, the spell book open before him, his unimpressed cat looking on unimpressed.

    Nothing happened.

    “Damn!” Harmon yelled. “It should have brought forth a freakin’ djinn! I want my three wishes!”

    “300,” a voice said from behind him. “You get 300 now. Inflation.”

    “Holy crap!” Harmon squeaked as he spun about and came face to floating face with Garbnocturamis, the world’s greatest djinn.

    “World’s Greatest should be capitalized,” he suggested.

    Sorry, my bad. The World’s Greatest Djinn.

    “Better. Now, let’s move on to those 300 wishes,” Garbnocturamis said to Harmon.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: I am not too lazy to write a longer introduction! I just have beer and bocce on the mind! Sheesh!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Oh, hello there, Friday! Glad to see ya!

    And I’m glad to see all of you here for another Drabble Party! Welcome, welcome. Leave your coats by the door and grab a beverage. There’re snacks in the kitchen.

    All settled? Excellent.

    So we have had another Party goer join the fun. Welcome to Frailey! I dig the additions to the drabbles.

    I know I had said way back that I’d comment on drabbles that were added to the Party. I have decided not to. I quickly realized I’m not a critic. To each their own is how I see it. I think just having the guts to put your 100 words on the website is good enough. No need to get all subjective on the drabble itself.

    So come one, come all! Time to get your Party on!

    Enjoy!

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    Back With A Vengeance

    By

    Jake Bible

    “NOOOOOO!!!” Manny shouted as the first bullet tore Terrance’s forehead apart. Chunks of skull and thin strips of skin exploded into the misty morning air. A fine spray of blood floated on the slight breeze.

    Manny dove under the Valiant he and his brother had been struggling to restore. More bullets flew through the air and followed Manny, ripping wide holes in the Valiant’s blood stained primer gray.

    “Who are you?” Manny screamed.

    “A shadow from your past,” a woman’s voice replied. “You remember that night, right? Should have killed me.”

    “Dear God…,” Manny whispered, knowing he was already dead.

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    Cheers!

    Oh, and if you haven’t heard, I have decided to walk away from podcasting. Check out the post I dropped yesterday for more info.

    Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever have, condoned the destruction of classic automobiles. No actual Valiants were harmed in the writing of this drabble.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Ok, folks. It appears the Party consists of myself and Heyes. Not that that is a problem. The guy can write!

    So, if you think you can write (I call dibs on that as the next breakout reality show!) then get your wordy words down in the comments section tonight! DO IT!

    Enjoy!

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    Serial Rookie
    By
    Jake Bible

    “When it makes a promise it must keep the promise,” the man outside the cage insisted. “Or if it does not keep the promise then the promise it has been told will happen.”
    Carl just stood there, his hands on the iron bars, his eyebrows raised. “I have no idea what you are saying.”
    The man outside the cage sighed and then started again, but Carl quickly interrupted him. “No, I heard you. I just have no idea why you are saying that.”
    The man outside the cage looked at his notes. “OK, let’s try this. It puts the lotion…”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Oh, it will get the hose again…

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Another Friday be here, yes. Another party be in full swing, I say!

    This week I will do something different. It has been suggested that I post the Drabble in the body of the post instead of as a separate PDF. So I am going to give that a whirl tonight!

    Please let me know if this works better for y’all. I aim to please, ya know.

    This does mean that the comments section tonight is for comment on the new format AND so you can add your 100 words worth. You know how I like it when y’all play along. So far there’ve only been a couple of players with the Drabbles, but a small party is still a Party!

    Have a read below and if you are inspired to add to the story, take a related tangent, create something new that follows the spirit, what have you, then please do! It is a Party after all.

    Enjoy!

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    We Always Do

    By

    Jake Bible

    Of the Weeping Time we know. Of the Horror of Banford we know. Of the Call to All That Came Before we know.

    So I sit upon my chair –the hardbacked one with the spent spring in the seat- and stare at the Fog as it crawls from the harbor, up the street, through the alley, and to my window.

    Of the Fog we do not know. But we will learn.

    We always do.

    And those that remember, those that are left?

    We shall write about it; tell tales by firelight; sing sad ballads in the pub.

    We always do.

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    So what did you think of having those words right there in your face? I kinda like it. Let me know.

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Shhhhhh. The Fog can hear you…

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Howdy, y’all!

    Thank ya for stoppin’ by the Party. I promise we’ll have a rip-roarin’ good time. Yee haw!

    Why all the Western speak, you ask? Well, read the drabble below. And if you want more of The Man With No Face then go ahead and get yourself the short story right here.

    I bet you’re curious about the drabble now, eh, eh?

    Well, ya should be, ya crazy varmints!

    Enjoy!

    A Mist On The Wind

    Cheers!

    Oh, and get in on the Party! Just like the last few Parties you can join in. Just add your 100 words in the comments section below. Heyes has been rocking it so far the past two weeks. It is a party, you know. The more the merrier!

    Disclaimer: Don’t stand downwind of the mist. Yuck.