Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    The last Friday before Halloween!

    I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.

    Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.

    Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!

    Enjoy!

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    Had to Get Home

    By

    Jake Bible

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

    His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.

    So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.

    When he got home, they were all crying. Why?

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

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    Cheers!

    And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!

    Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Dang, man, is it Friday already? Then let’s get this Party started!

    Another horror/Halloween themed Drabble for ya tonight. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

    And, being this most wonderful time of the year, I am sure you are in the mood for more than just 100 words! Oh, I know you are.  So how about you check out my newest novel, Z-Burbia! Just click on the pic and away you will go! Then come back and read some drabbley goodness!

    Zburbia_ebook_cover

    Enjoy!

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    Children Will Play

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we are calling you this morning,” the children sang.

    They played their little game, holding hands, walking slowly in a circle. Their voices lifted into the Autumn air like dead leaves blowing on the wind.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, come on home, our darling,” they sang.

    The body in the center of the circle stirred. First a twitch of its leg, a flutter of its hand.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we give this form to thee,” the children continued, “For Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we want the world to bleed.”

    The body rose. The children cheered.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Nothing to see, just innocent children’s games. So very innocent…

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Well, here we find ourselves again, slave to the Drabble and the Party that it spawns!

    Oh, woe to the readers and writers of micro-fiction, for it is they that keep the world boxed in 100 word segments!

    For the time of Friday Night Drabble Party is at hand! Glory be to the words that are neither 99 nor 101!

    Okay, I’m done.

    Tonight I’m going old school with this drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    An Ode to HPL

    By

    Jake Bible

    He knew if he waited they would show themselves. He had heard them in the wall, crawling and scratching. The rats.

    He had the landlady, Mrs. Controu, place her ear to the wall, but she insisted there was nothing. Nothing? The gall of that woman! He heard them! Heard them even as she offered up her false denial!

    She was a part of it, he knew. She had set them to torment his life, to plague him with their scratching, to steal his sleep.

    So he waited in the wall; waited for them to come.

    But they were not rats.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: When dealing with vermin, please consult a professional.

  • 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!

    Who’s ready to get down on the get down? Who’s ready to Party like it’s 2999? There will be jetpacks!

    I have a Drabble in my post and its happy to see you!

    Enjoy!

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    Video Games Kill!

    By

    Jake Bible

    “The jump is too far!” Harold screamed. “I’ll never make that!”

    “Come on, dude,” Clint smirked. “You just have to go all the way back, get a good start, run your ass off then jump at the very last second. Just like on level three of Super Jump Man.”

    “Impossible!”

    “No, it’s not. You got this.”

    “Fine. Whatever.”

    Harold stood at the far edge, took several deep breaths then ran. His arms pumped, his legs bunched. He jumped! And fell.

    “Huh,” Clint said, looking over the edge of the building at his friend’s mangled corpse. “Video game physics totally lied.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Kids are dumb.