Jake Bible Fiction

  • Jake on The Funky Werepig!

    Hey, y’all!

    Here is an interview I did on The Funky Werepig bat the end of July. It was a blast so have a listen!

    Cheers!

    The Funky Werepig- Jake Bible

    It will also be in my iTunes feed, so be sure to subscribe there. “What?”, you ask, “But you stopped podcasting. ” Never say never people. Never say never…

  • The Americans and Metal And Ash are now available!

    Howdy, folks!

    I am very pleased to announce that books 2 and 3 of the Apex Trilogy are now available!

    Here is the cover for The Americans!

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    And here is Metal and Ash!

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    I am loving these new covers (still love the old ones too!). Click on the pics and you’ll go to the ordering pages!

    Enjoy!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hello, Friday, my old friend,

    I’ve come to talk to you again,

    In visions softly- Oh, wait, sorry, got caught up there for a second.

    HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO, FRIDAY!

    That better?

    So, as I write this, I am strangely in one of the most productive writing times of my career. Seriously. I am averaging 5,000+ words a day without breaking a sweat. And the words are coming easy. EASY!

    The difference? New genre. Actually, I’m not sure “genre” is the right word. It is interesting.

    But, anyhoo, let’s get on with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Frayed Laces
    By
    Jake Bible

    The bleachers were empty; the crowd gone for hours. William sat alone, his hands folded in his lap, his breath mist upon the cold. With every exhalation he felt a little less himself; a little less there.

    “She’ll come back,” Randall said as he sat down next to William. “Won’t she?”

    William shook his head, looking at his muddy sneakers and frayed laces. He’d been meaning to get new laces every time he was at the store. He lifted his head up and looked at the October clouds float by the barely visible stars.

    “No,” William finally replied. “She won’t.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Angst! It smells like teen spirit.

  • 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.

    ***

    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.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    You gotta, you gotta, you gotta get up on the git down! It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Are you ready for some Drabble? I SAID, ARE YOU READY FOR SOME DRABBLE?

    I know you are!

    So let’s get to it!

    Enjoy!

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    Stuck
    By
    Jake Bible

    Musty, slimy algae filled his nostrils and Carlos struggled not to snort the goo and choke to death. He was upside down; still seatbelted into the driver seat. He fumbled at the latch, but his hands wouldn’t obey. He tried to kick himself free, but his legs wouldn’t obey.

    Nothing below his neck would obey.

    “HELP!” he screamed as he watched the swamp water start to rise. The car was sinking and he couldn’t do a thing about it. He was completely, 100% stuck.

    His last thought was what would people think when they found the body in the trunk.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Swamps, man. Swamps.