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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!
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.
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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.
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