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Friday Night Drabble Party!

It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

Bam diggity!

Okay, I’ve been pushing this for a couple weeks, but, hey, I’d be a crappy author if I didn’t try to sell some books, right?

Right!

GET THE FLIPSIDE! Click the pic or click the title or click HERE!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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A Sweater
by
Jake Bible

The Administrator frowned at the small glow worm that inched its way across the linoleum floor. The Administrator was not a fan of glow worms. Not a fan at all.

“Must you move so slow?” the Administrator asked.

“Moving as fast I can, sir,” the glow worm replied. “Bit slick, this floor.”

“Per regulations it is to be polished every evening,” the Administrator said. “Perhaps you might think of wearing a sweater for better traction.”

“Fine idea, sir,” the glow worm said. “I will do that.”

The Administrator did not believe the glow worm would do that. Not at all.

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

So many words to share! SO MANY WORDS!

Of course, 100 of those words are in drabble form below, BUT before we get to the micro-fiction extraordinaire, let’s talk about new releases!

Bam diggity, people! Agent Prime is out as an audiobook! Get to the clicking! Your earholes will thank me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, for all you author-types out there, Four Weeks To Finished is ready to CHANGE YOUR FREAKIN’ LIFE!*

*Results will vary.

Also also, a new Writing In Suburbia is out! In this episode I interview Jamie Mason, a great suspense novelist and all around awesome person!

Oh, and lest we forget the great novels that were just released this month! LEST WE FORGET!

Click them pics!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Every Page
By
Jake Bible

“Sign every page?” Jack asked, staring at the two meter high stack of paperwork in front of him.

“Every page,” Mr. Slewfoot said.

Jack tried to smile, but his lips wouldn’t oblige.

“The point of making a deal with you was to avoid Hell,” Jack said with a weak laugh. “This looks a lot like Hell.”

“Oh, it is,” Mr. Slewfoot said. “You’re in hell. Paperwork signing Hell.”

“But–.”

“I lied. Your soul is messed up, man. Kelly Blue Book is pitiful.” Mr. Slewfoot grinned wide. “Finish this. I’ll have the next stack brought in. Try not to cramp up.”

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Holy snack crackers! Is it Friday again?

It is!

And have I got a treat for you!

Please welcome to the stage: Four Weeks To Finished: How To Stop Making Excuses, Start Being Prolific, And Finish Your Novel! This is my nonfiction book on how to be a prolific writer and how to be more efficient in your writing process. Have a look!

Ain’t that grand? Click that pic!

Oh, and let us not forget that I also have two new novels out! Be sure and get Paradox Slaughter and Blood Ghast Blues!

Click the pics, y’all!

Also, and this is pretty groovy, I have a short story featured in the Adrenaline Shots Monstrous- Cryptozology Tales series. Go have a read!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Solutions
By
Jake Bible

The executive board sat with their eyes cast down at the chipped and faded mahogany table.

“People,” Deemo cooed. “I wasn’t asking for much. Just solutions. But what have you given me?”

Deemo leaned in close, his mouth a millimeter from a pale, shivering, terrified man’s ear. The man flinched, but didn’t look up.

“Bupkis,” Deemo said, emphasizing each consonant. “Bupkis don’t work in the apocalypse, people.”

Shick shunck!

The blade was through the chair, the man, and back out before anyone could even react.

“What do I want?” Deemo asked.

“Solutions,” the executive board replied in unison.

“Damn right…”

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Friday The 13th!

Be sure to hug your favorite homicidal maniac!

Speaking of homicidal maniacs…

I have two new releases this week!

The first is the fourth Roak novel- Paradox Slaughter! This may be my favorite in the series so far. Check it out!

The second book out is the standalone sequel to Black Box Inc.- Blood Ghast Blues! This is a standalone, so if you haven’t read the first one, no worries. You’ll totally be able to hop in right here. GO GET IT!

Also, for those of you that are podcast inclined, there’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia out!

Go get all the stuffs, people! GO GET ALL THE STUFFS!

Now, on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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For Ages
By
Jake Bible

Hand to throat, knee on chest; the man held the creature down as the thing struggled underneath.

“You think you could kill them all and I’d never find you?” the man snarled. “Tracked you for ages.” The man squeezed harder. “Ages. Now you will pay for what–.”

The man’s eyes went wide as the bony tip of the creature’s tail exploded from the middle of the man’s chest.

Hand to throat relaxed, knee to chest fell away; the man collapsed onto his side, dead.

“How’d you think I killed ’em all, bitch?” the creature spat, wiping blood from its tail.

 

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

I HAVE A QUEST FOR YOU!

And you only have a few hours to complete said quest.

If you don’t have EverRealm or In Perpetuity yet then go get both for only $.99 each! YOU HAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT!

So, uh…get on that.

 

Oh, and another quest! Go pre-order Blood Ghast Blues! Do it!

Also, sign up for the newsletter so you can get all the news and deals, plus the Friday Night Drabble Party, delivered to your in box every Friday!

OH! And a new episode of Writing In Suburbia has landed! It’s the first official “Two Questions With…” where I get to interview authors! Check it out!

Now, on with the Drabble!

Enjoy!

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Beg To Differ
By
Jake Bible

The single note, on the verge of changing, morphing, becoming something else, hung in the air, gripping the audience by their very souls. None could move, they were owned.

Red eyes stared at the crowd. A black tongue licked lips. Long fingers held the note.

Someone sneezed. The note faltered then died, the spell broken.

All eyes fell on Todd.

“Uh…allergies,” Todd said, extremely uncomfortable by the attention being paid to him. “Pollen, specifically.”

“THERE IS NO POLLEN IN HELL!” the owner of the guitar roared.

“Beg to differ,” Todd replied and sneezed. “I mean, it is Hell, right?”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Do not forget your quest!

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