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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Howdy!

Another Friday is here so that means it’s time for more Drabble greatness! Huzzah!

Before we dive into the free micro-fiction, how about you check out what’s below. Click one of the pics to be transported to greatness!

There’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia!

 

 

 

Rhett Bruno’s Circuit Trilogy is on sale for $.99!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Galactic Vice is always ready to party!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Impossible Body
By
Jake Bible

“Of all the specimens I’ve collected, this one is my favorite,” Mr. Rege stated as he gestured towards the display case. “As you can see, it is perfectly preserved. Until this find, only partial examples were ever found.”

Morgan stared at the multi-limbed…thing. It was suspended in the display case by thick wires, its impossible body hung for all to see.

Then it twitched.

“Uh…Mr. Rege?” Morgan said, tapping him on the shoulder as the man continued to address the other guests. “It moved.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Rege said as the display case shattered into a thousand pieces.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Don’t tap on the glass!

Writing In Suburbia #60: The One Where I Interview Myself! And Fail Hard…

Welcome back, y’all!

It’s time for episode #60! Woo hoo!

In this episode, I attempt to interview myself. No, seriously. It’s all part of a new segment I’ll be including in Writing In Suburbia twice a month. I’ll be interviewing writers and asking them two questions: Why do you write? and, What was, or still is, the hardest part about being a writer?

I’ve already got some great interviews recorded.

But I thought it would be fun to break y’all in with an interview of myself. Fun? Sure. Funny? Yeah, I crack myself up.

So, have a listen and enjoy!

Cheers!

Show notes-

Books mentioned:

Galactic Vice by Jake Bible

Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Welcome back, y’all!

How do these Fridays keep happening? Where do they all come from? It’s like every week there’s another Friday. Crazy.

HEY! Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, but HEY!

Have you read Galactic Vice? If you have then please do me a favor and leave a review. It can be one or two words even. Here are some suggestions: “AMAZING!”, “GROUNDBREAKING!”, “ORGASMIC!”

Okay, maybe not that last one…

Anyhoo, reviews are how authors stay alive these days. If you forget to review your favorite author then they shrivel up like shrinky dinks and become husks of their former selves. And as much fun as that would be to watch, just like watching shrinky dinks in the oven, most authors don’t enjoy shriveling. Something to do with the thymus gland or whatever.

REVIEW GALACTIC VICE!

Here’s a pic you can click for ease and convenience of travel to Amazonland:

Also! Guess what?

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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The Image
By
Jake Bible

“Can we cry alone and be our better selves?” Missy asked, her eyes locked onto the image before her. “Can we be solitary creatures and improve upon our basic beings?”

“Uh…” Craig mumbled, unsure of where she was going with all that.

“I mean, look at this,” Missy continued, nodding at the image. “It’s excruciating. The inner turmoil I feel demands that I be alone.”

“I’m not seeing…” Craig began, but gave up. The image wouldn’t let him finish.

“Maybe we should break up?” Missy suggested.

“I can’t… I won’t…” Craig stuttered.

The image watched them, mocked them, ruled them.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: REVIEW OR DIE!

New Release: Galactic Vice!

I am pleased to announce: Galactic Vice!

This is my first true police procedural, so if you love those cops getting the bad guys, cops being the bad guys, cops just trying to do a hard job and stay alive kind of novels then this puppy is for you! And if you have friends and family that love cop thrillers then please share!

Huzzah!

Corruption. Greed. Lust.
Sins undercover Galactic Vice Detective Etch Knowles faces every day.

Politicians on the take. Underground gambling. Sex trafficking.
Another day at the office for Galactic Vice Lieutenant Angie McDade.

Shaking down hustlers. Offering “protection” to bar owners. Cheating at tile games.
Galactic Vice Detective Kalaka doesn’t exactly play by the rules.

A cargo barge filled with corpses. A potential war between crime syndicates. Traitors within the Galactic Vice.
These are the nightmares the three must face. Using all of their resources and experience they will fight to keep each other alive even it means bending rules, busting heads, and breaking laws.

But tossing regulations to the side and going rogue may not save them from an investigation that has doom and downfall written all over it.

Can they solve the case before it becomes their last? Or will the operation fail and end up ripping their lives and Jafla Base apart…

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Yo! It’s Friday! Time for another bit ‘o the micro-fiction!

No big revelation this week. Last week’s announcement about being plagiarized is enough drama for the month, don’t you think?

So, this Friday, we’re getting right to the fiction.

But, if 100 words of awesome aren’t enough Jake for ya then feel free to click any of the links below and above. Explore the website and see what you might be missing! Over fifty novels published, people. I bet there’s something here you haven’t checked out yet. Get to it!

Now, on with the Drabble!

Enjoy!

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The Sludge
By
Jake Bible

The sludge continued to get deeper and deeper. Haley screamed when it came up to her neck.

“HELP ME!”

As with the last dozen times she’d screamed, there was no response.

The sludge continued to rise. Brown with a pinkish tint, the sludge was like nothing Haley had ever experienced. It wasn’t gelatinous; it wasn’t aqueous; it wasn’t coarse like quicksand.

The sludge was the sludge.

Then it crested her chin and reached her lips. She tried to keep it out, but there was no stopping the sludge. It entered her mouth, her nose, her eyes.

And Haley finally understood.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: I’ve been slimed.

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