Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    I’m finishing edits on Mega 5, but I still have time to get y’all your weekly fix of micro-fiction!

    YOU! ARE! WELCOME!

    And, since I’m never one to stand between a person and his or her fix, how’s about we get this show started?

    Enjoy!

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    Pay DOE
    By
    Jake Bible

    Crushed beneath ten tons of cement, Horace was seriously rethinking his career choice.

    “Golem needed,” the ad had read. “Exciting work environment. Pay DOE.”

    Horace hadn’t ever been a golem. He was a rock troll by birth, a creature of the dirt and mud by nature, and an opportunistic worker by personality, so the gig intrigued him. But he wasn’t jewish.

    “No problem,” the manager said. “We’re open-minded.”

    He wondered if “open-minded” was actually code for “goes through a lot of golems”.

    As Horace lay there under ten tons of heavy cement, he thought he knew the answer.

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    Disclaimer: Read the contract!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Each and every week you get free micro-fiction from my brainpan to yours! 100 words that are all yours to do with as you wish! [Not as you wish. Copyright and all that, ya know. I was just being silly. Shut up.]

    Hey! You! Haven’t read Salvage Merc One yet? WHAT THE WHAT? Well, now’s your chance! $.99 for only a few hours more! HURRY!

    Oh, and if you like the first one then you can now get the second one, Salvage Merc One: The Daedalus System, AS AN AUDIOBOOK! CRAZY! [Heads up that Audible goofed and hasn’t posted the cover yet.]

    Click the pics, yo. Get some SM1 in your life!

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    Now, on with the show!

    Enjoy!

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    Natives Not Friendly
    By
    Jake Bible

    The beach was covered in crabs. Three, four inches wide. Nasty looking claws. Or one was nasty looking. The other was kind of feeble and sad. It must have had claw envy.

    “Why are there so many crabs?” I asked Doug. “Is this called Crab Beach?”

    “Shut up, Mike,” Doug snapped. He tried to look at me, but both of us being buried up to our necks in sand, it made it difficult.

    “You think they’ll try to eat us?” I asked.

    Doug sighed.

    We really should have heeded the warning sign. Literal warning sign.

    “Natives not friendly!”

    So true…

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  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Happy Friday, y’all!

    If it is Friday then it must be Drabble time! Yep, I have 100 words of goodness waiting for you.

    But, first, how about some announcements?

    Mega 4: Bethemoth Island is now available in audiobook!

    Fighting Iron 2: Perdition Plains is now available on Kindle and paperback!

    Mega is on sale for Kindle for FREE!

    Click them pics and get ALL THE DEALS!

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    Now, on to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Only Two Names
    By
    Jake Bible

    Three names. Always three names. First, middle, last. That was how history remembered the killers.

    Tony didn’t have three names. His parents were hippie dippy types, forever going against societal convention.

    “Tony is the only name you need,” his mother had said. Not even Anthony or Antonio, but just Tony.

    “More than you need,” his father had added. “The Universe knows us by our souls, man, not by our names.”

    “So true,” his mother had agreed.

    Tony sat there, the rifle across his legs, weeping. When it was all done he’d be laughed at, he knew it.

    Only two names.

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    Disclaimer: What is in a name?

  • New Release! Fighting Iron 2: Perdition Plains!

    It has arrived!

    The second novel in everyone’s favorite far-future mech western is now available!

    Check out Fighting Iron 2: Perdition Plains! Clay and Gibbons are in way over their heads in this one!

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    Barred from crossing the NorthAm border, Clay McAulay, his AI co-pilot Gibbons, and their battle mech, are forced to flee into the warped and twisted territory of the Midlands. A desolate, dreary landscape filled with denizens of questionable character, the Midlands has the reputation of a place folks want to avoid on their travels.

    Few ever enter, almost none ever leave.

    Clay is quickly embroiled in a conflict between the townsfolk of Perdition Plains and a mad scientist that may have discovered the secrets to immortality. Clay tries to extricate himself from the volatile situation, but as always, trouble keeps its grip on him and he is soon fighting against a foe he’d never thought possible: a mech made entirely of dead flesh!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hello!

    It’s been a while since the last FNDP, I know, but I was on vacation, so deal with it. DEAL WITH IT!

    Yep, got to head to the West Coast and show the teenagers the beauty that is the Pacific Ocean. How I have missed that dramatic land.

    But, now I’m back in good ol’ Asheville, enjoying the fine Southern Hospitality, and it’s time to get back into the swing of things.

    That means a brand new, uber fresh, Drabble!

    Huzzah!

    Not gonna try to sell y’all anything tonight, but feel free to browse the site when you’re done. Plenty of goodies to choose from.

    Enjoy!

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    At Night
    By
    Jake Bible

    She tore at the material, shredding it with her jagged nails, ignoring the pain as micro-particles embedded themselves in the soft, tender flesh.

    “It can’t be destroyed,” a bored voice said from her elbow. “I have tried.”

    She ignored him. The little man had given up; she would never.

    “I say, miss, you are wasting your time,” the little man said. “Otherwise I would not be where I am.”

    Hours passed and her hands, cramped and numb, couldn’t move anymore.

    “When do they come?” she asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.

    “At night,” the little man replied. “When else?”

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    Disclaimer: They always come at night.