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 Returns!

    The Party is back, bitches!

    Did you miss it? Have you been jonesing for your 100 word fix? Getting that itchy feeling under your skin? That pressure behind your eyes? That gnawing hunger that even the largest meal won’t satisfy? Yes? Then you got problems, yo. It’s just a drabble.

    Ha! What am I saying? It’s not just a drabble, it’s a Drabble Party!

    But, before we get into the fiction, how’s about I mention a couple things going on?

    First, I have a new writing advice blog series up called Views From The Captain’s Chair! Because I write in a captain’s chair. Which is cool. It’ll be a weekly post where I dispense my views on certain aspects of the writing life. Whether it’s about agents or contracts, genre writing or “literary” writing, writing on spec or taking assignments, I’ll give my two cents and let readers in on how I’ve handled things. Kinda cool.

    Second, I am a novel writing machine. My new sea monster novel, Mega, has been released this month by Severed Press. Next month will be Z-Burbia 3: Estate Of The Dead. March is Dead Team Alpha– a military/zombie post-apocalyptic action/horror thrill ride. April is AntiBio which is a near future, post-antibiotics, apocalyptic nightmare. And May is Mega 2. After that? Oh, there will be plenty, trust me. So make time and room in your life for some serious Jake Bible Fiction!

    Now, on with the show!

    Enjoy!

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    Details

    By

    Jake Bible

     

    “You made coffee?” Desmond said.

     

    Lilly set the two mugs down on the bedside table. “Oh, don’t act so surprised.” She handed him a cup. “Drink. I’ll be right back.”

     

    She headed to the kitchen and waited a minute before going back up.

     

    “How’s the coffee?” she asked as she picked up the second cup and took a large sip, her eyes watching Desmond. “Felling alright?”

     

    “Fine,” he said as Lilly took another drink. “Oh, the cup you handed me was yours. Mine has the chip in the handle. See?”

     

    Lilly swallowed hard, knowing it was her last in life.

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    How was that? Satisfy that craving? Scratch that itch? Well, I hope so. Don’t worry, folks, there will be more next week!

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Always make your own coffee.

  • 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.

  • 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.