Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Another Friday is upon us and I bring you a mighty, mighty Drabble!

    To the Drabble Party machine!

    No extra words tonight except that if you are one of those people that love thriller/adventure word crack then you should check out Mega! It’s one sweet thrill ride of a novel! And leave a review if you have read it! It makes a HUGE difference!

    Enjoy!

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    Build It

    By

    Jake Bible

     

    “Build it and they will come” is a phrase that’s bounced around popular culture since that one movie back whenever.

     

    So, being a curious bastard, I decided to try it out.

     

    I wanted to build something spectacular, something that would create awe in my friends/family/neighbors. It needed to be impressive even if after the building was done they didn’t come.

     

    I spent years in the barn perfecting the machine. My  two-story, battle mech.

     

    They were all impressed.

     

    Oh, and did they come, you ask? Yes, yes they did.

     

    So if you’ll excuse me, I have some kaiju to deal with.

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    Cheers!

    (And don’t forget about Mega!)

    Disclaimer: Please check with your local zoning ordinances before building mechs in your backyard.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    So, sometimes shit doesn’t go your way. That’s life, right?

    Yep. That’s why there’s the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s not just about bringing top quality micro-fiction your way, but also about me getting to vent and exorcise the demons that nearly drive me mad.

    In that spirit I bring you tonight’s drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    PUNCH

    By

    Jake Bible

    Punch.

    Punch, punch.

    Punch, punch, punch, punch.

    PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH.

    Pant, pant, sweat, pant. Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH,

    “Ow! Fuck!”

    “You about done?”

    “Not even close. Just getting started.”

    “Fine. I’m going to go get beer and smokes. Want anything?”

    “Ice. Plenty of ice. And whiskey. More whiskey than ice, but lots of ice.”

    “So whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, and ice?”

    “Something like that.”

    “Want a burrito? I think I’ll get a burrito.”

    “Nope. Just whiskey and ice.”

    “I’m guessing the ice is for your hand?”

    “And for the whiskey.”

    “Be right back.”

    Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Watch the thumb.

  • Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell is here!

    Hey, kids! Look at all the beautiful leaves. And that view, wow! Just wow! It sure is spectacular up here on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Don’t you think, kids? Kids? Kids…what are you doing to Mommy? And what’s all that red…stuff… OH DEAR GOD!

    Yes, folks, Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell is live and ready for your eyeholes to read its undead goodness! UNDEAD GOODNESS!

    Zburbia2_ebook_cover

    Z-Burbia has been in the Amazon charts for a month now, which is pretty, pretty, pretty cool. Hopefully fans that picked that one up will pick up Z-Burbia 2! It continues the story of Jason “Jace” Stanford and his struggle to keep that suburban dream even in the face of the zombie apocalypse. It also expands the scope of the setting and brings way more of Asheville and Western North Carolina into the story.

    But don’t take my word for it, here’s the official description:

    “The Grove Park Inn.
    From the early 1900s right up to Z-Day, the Grove Park Inn was the place for the affluent to stay when vacationing in Asheville, NC. Everyone from F. Scott Fitzgerald to President Barak Obama stayed at the Grove Park. Artists, actors, diplomats, masters of industry, all called it a temporary home at one point or another. But that was before the zombie apocalypse.
    Now the five story stone, brick, and wood luxury inn is home to a different element. An unknown element. A heavily armed element.
    With Whispering Pines being rebuilt, Jace “Long Pork” Stanford has nothing better to do than find out who the newcomers are. Well, while he’s not busy dealing with the ever present Z hordes. Or running for his life from paramilitary mercenaries. Or possibly blowing up more of the zombie infested city because he can’t help pressing buttons. Buttons are meant to be pressed, even in the apocalypse, right?
    Looks like it’s just another day in Z-Burbia!”

    Sounds great, right? RIGHT? Right…that’s what I thought. 😉 Winky face!

    So get yourself over to Amazon and snag a copy of Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell! You’ll want to get this one so you are ready for Z-Burbia 3: Estate of the Dead when it comes out! OH, YEAH!!!

    Cheers!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Friday. Night. Drabble. Party.

    Read those words, think upon them, embrace their meaning and learn from them. FOR THEY SHALL RULE THE WORLD!

    Or not. Whatever. It’s Friday and I’ve got a drabble for you.

    Enjoy!

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    Curling

    By

    Jake Bible

    The bony finger beckoned, curling in on itself again and again, as the hand withdrew into the tall weeds and high grass. Little Teal’s pig-tailed head was barely level with the top of that grass; even on tip-toes she couldn’t see who the finger belonged to.

    She watched as the finger receded, her eyes wary and careful. Mama had said to go outside and play in the backyard. But she also said not to go with strangers. Was this a stranger? Was it a neighbor?

    She didn’t know. The only way to find out was to follow.

    Which she did.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Teach your children well.

  • 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.