The last Friday of September is upon us! What does that mean? October is next week, baby!
Halloween season is here! Woo hoo!
And you know what says Halloween better than anything in the world? MEGA SHARKS!
Just go with it…
Tantor Audio has released the reboot of MEGA! Click the pic below and go get the brand new recording of the book that started Team Grendel’s journey! Tanto Audio will be releasing a new audiobook a month until all six are out in the wild. That means, for those of you waiting on the previously unreleased audiobooks of 5 and 6, the wait is only a few months away! Bam!
And I’m digging the vector graphics style of the audiobook cover. Pretty cool.
Also, don’t forget about the Max Rage audiobook that just came out!
And in some short story news, Tales From The Lyon’s Den has been released. It’s part of the Four Horseman Universe by Mark Wandrey and Chris Kennedy. Lots of cool stories by lots of cool writers!
Chris also has a Kickstarter going that is almost over. So hurry! Military scifi card game for the win!
Oh, oh, oh! New Sci-Fi Bridge giveaway!
So much groovy stuff for this last Friday of September!
Know what else is groovy? A free drabble!
Lester had, as his mother would often say, “Issues, Lester. So many issues!”
Alarms every two hours so he could inject his anti-radiation medicine. Alarms every other hour so he could inject his mother’s medicine. She refused to synch up with him.
Most days he stared at the airlock, dreaming.
“Issues, Lester!” his mother would shout. “So many damn issues!”
Lester did not believe the plural applied. He figured there was only an issue. One single issue that he could handle easily.
Lester turned off the alarms.
Or one set, at least.
The issue was about to solve itself.
First, shout out and all the hugs to the NC peeps out east that are still recovering from Hurricane Florence. We were spared in the mountains, but y’all down in the lowlands got smacked hard. All the good mojo shall be yours!
Alright, time to get down to business.
New videos in my writing advice YouTube series are dropping every Monday from here until December. Check them out! And be sure to subscribe, y’all. That’s how I know you love me. LOVE ME!
Not much else new going on. Be sure and join the Jake Bible Fiction Facebook Group. I’ll be posting there more than on the Jake Bible’s Wasteland page. A cool, fun community is building and we get to chat about all kinds of stuff. Go and become a part of the fun!
Oh, and Holiday season will be upon us very soon! You’re going to want to buy some autographed novels for the ones you love. Nothing says love like giant mechs and galactic bounty hunters! Get your orders in now in case I run out of a title and need to re-order!
Okey dokey, that’s it for the shilling! Time to get your drabble on!
“Right, but I don’t want to put a ton of work into the project if no one is going to notice, Ed.”
“Hey, I get it, I do, but that’s what they’re looking for. Initiative. They want to know that you can get the job done before they start writing that big story.”
“There are no buts here, my friend. You want to go down in history as the greatest serial killer of all time? Then you have to be the greatest serial killer of all time. To do that, you have to start actually killing people.”
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Welcome to the Friday Night Drabble Party! Hurricane Edition!
Now, we’re about four hours from the coast (if you head down to SC, 6-7 hours from NC coast) and we’re up in the mountains, so no real danger from the hurricane for us. Could be flooding when it turns and moves up the mountains, but we’re up high, so all good. Good luck to everyone in the lowlands! Stay safe, y’all!
Anyhoo, who wants a drabble? You do!
First, we got a couple things. New episode of Writing In Suburbia is out. I interview John Hartness. You gotta check that out. Plus, Max Rage: Intergalactic Badass! audiobook and Infinite Mayhem. Click the pics below and get transported to new worlds of wonder and imagination!
Now, on with some drabble goodness!
“What’s our angle of entry? We going to hit the time stream head on?”
“Yes, sir. Angle of entry is nominal. We are right on course.”
“Uh… Give me a moment, Captain.”
“Dammit, man! I need the date! When are we landing?”
“Sorry, sir. Readings are all over the place. I’m having a hard time nailing down the exact date.”
“Then give me a year, man! Give me a freakin’ year!”
“I can do that… One moment, sir. Let’s see… Oh…”
“What is it?”
“Abort, man! ABORT!”
Disclaimer: Stay safe!
Another week has come to an end. And as your reward for not going ten kinds of insane and rampaging through the streets with a burning zucchini in both hands, you get free micro-fiction!
Let the Friday Night Drabble Party begin!
I have been very busy writing the third Roak novel this week. Should have it done by mid-August. So be on the lookout for the pre-order! In the meantime, if you’re not sure what Roak is, check him out below. The first two books are available now!
Now, on with the Drabble!
Her boots were slick with their blood.
The intricate stitching, which once had been ivory white, was stained a deep pink. Dee stared down at the boots, new by only a couple of days, and frowned. That shit didn’t come out.
Too late to do anything. The stitching would stay that color, maybe fade a little over time, but for the foreseeable future, she’d have pink stitching in her black boots.
Dee holstered her pistol and lit a cigar, puffing hard to get it glowing, then tapped ash on her main target’s slack face.
“Vaya con Dios, bitch,” she said.
Here we are again. You. Me. A Drabble between us. It’s like it’s fate.
Welcome back to the party, y’all. THE party. No other party going on tonight. Nope. Plenty of drinking and crying, but not much partying.
I hope you enjoy tonight’s 100 words. Maybe they’ll inspire you. Give you a feeling of wonder. You remember that feeling, right? It’s that feeling I try to capture every time I write. But, it should be a feeling we all bring to the world every single day no matter the job.
Bring wonder, y’all.
Pretend For Real
“Captain! The engines are overheating!”
“Divert power to shields!”
It had come out of nowhere. The system they were exploring should have been empty, but there it was, guns blazing and on a collision course with them.
“Fire torpedoes! Blow it out of the sky!”
“Space. Not sky.”
“Why do you have to be such a bummer, Nick?”
The kid, Nick, about eight, turned around, the cardboard taped to his chair falling off as a bit of tape came loose.
“If we’re going to pretend then we need to pretend for real, Paul. Jeez.”
Disclaimer: Do not become assimilated.