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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Another Friday is upon us and what a Friday it is!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Super quick tidbit for ya: Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter is on sale for $.99 which means you can buy the ebook AND get the Audible audiobook for only $1.99 more! What a bargain! Go check it out!

On with the Drabble!

Enjoy!

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On Me
By
Jake Bible

A thrust of the blade and the craggy troll fell. It clutched at its belly, its knees sinking a foot deep in the muck and mire that made up the long neglected lane.

“Why ya done that to me, pally?” the troll asked. “I weren’t gonna harm ya.”

The boy stood there, troll blood dripping from the blade in huge, chunky globs. He didn’t reply. He didn’t move. Only stood there and waited.

The troll nodded. “Tis my lane to protect, but ya had all rights to pass. I stopped ya. My death is on me.”

The boy nodded. “Aye.”

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Disclaimer: It ain’t about the gold, but all about the road.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hello!

It’s another Friday which means another Drabble!

No shilling tonight. You can see links above if you want to check out one of my many marvelous novels. Yes, I said marvelous in Billy Crystal’s voice. Look it up.

On with the show!

Enjoy!

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Hug Me And Hold Me
By
Jake Bible

The house creaked something fierce. That is the biggest memory I have of it. The never ending creaking.

So when a storm kicked up, well, hoowee, the symphony would begin.

And the voices.

“Papa?”

“Yes, Lizzy?”

“What are they sayin’?”

“Oh, Lizzy, don’t ya worry none about them. The voices cain’t harm ya.”

“Are ya sure, Papa?”

“Yep… Sure as sugar.”

That always made me giggle. Sure as sugar. I never knew what it meant. Papa had so many sayings.

Sure…as…sugar…

“Papa!”

“Come here, littlun’.”

He’d hug me and hold until the voices stopped or I fell asleep.

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Disclaimer: Bump (in the night)!

Writing In Suburbia #51: Transition!

It’s March and time for another episode of Writing In Suburbia!

In this episode I talk about transitions. Whether transitioning to a new genre, new readership, or a whole new format, transition happens, y’all.

Enjoy!

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hello, Friday, my old friend…

100 words of awesome is waiting for y’all. Just hangin’ out below, all lined up and ready for reading.

How about you check out Stone Cold Bastards first?

2017-01-26-13-37-20Yeah, that’s the stuff.

Okay, I’ll let you get on with the drabble goodness. The free drabble goodness. Free. No charge. Just like clicking that pic above. No charge at all. Totally free. From me to you.

Enjoy!

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Not A Good First Day
By
Jake Bible

Elijah stepped into the room, ready for his first day of work.

No one there.

“Hello?”

No answer.

Weird.

He heard some screams then a loud crash from down in the street. Elijah furrowed his brow and went to look. Unfortunately, the only window on the floor was in his new boss’s office. After some hesitancy, he sucked it up and went in.

“Oh…”

The scene below was not so good. People running and crying. Things chasing them, catching them, killing them, eating them.

Not a good first day.

“Huh… I better start coffee. Wonder where the break room is?”

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Okay, okay, so the title of this post is a little misleading.

Today is a big day, lots and lots to do, but most of all, the top of the lots, is that it’s book release day for Stone Cold Bastards!

If you haven’t heard about SCB then here ya go!

2017-01-26-13-37-20Only a rag-tag team of gargoyles stands between humanity and extinction.

Hell has released its ravening horde of demons, leaving most of humanity a puke-spewing, head-spinning mess of possession.

Humanity’s last hope? A team of misfit gargoyles—including a cigar chomping, hard-ass grotesque—come alive and ready for battle during the End of Days. They guard the last cathedral-turned-sanctuary atop a bald knoll in the North Carolina mountains.

Gargoyle protection grudgingly extends to any human who can make it inside the sanctuary, but the power of the stonecutter blood magic, which protects the sanctuary, may not be enough when a rogue grotesque and his badly-wounded ward arrive.

All the hounds of hell are on their heels. The last sanctuary is about to fall.

 

What are other authors saying? I’m glad you asked!

“Misfit stone warriors against the demon apocalypse—a bloody good story!”—Gail Z. Martin, author of Shadow and Flame

“Stone Cold Bastards is the most fun you’ll ever have with the apocalypse. I’m not sure which I love more–the hillbilly-styled grotesques, the polite demons, or guts, gore, and mayhem.” – Diana Pharaoh Francis, author of The Crosspointe Chronicles Series

“Stone Cold Bastards is a badass urban fantasy with heart and style. You’ve never seen heroes like this before!” –John Hartness, bestselling author of The Black Knight Chronicles Series

Still not sold? Well, instead of tonight’s usual drabble, I give you a 180 word excerpt. I tried to hit exactly 100 words, but it just wasn’t happening.

Enjoy!

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He was too late. He saw it in her eyes. Eyes that were perfectly human one moment, but then not so much the next. That’s all it took. For a possessed that was occupied by one of the higher demons to make eye contact with an unprotected human. The transfer was instantaneous.

“Where am I?” a weak voice cried. The voice from the human who had suddenly lost the parasite that had been living in her for years. “Oh, God, where am I?”

The possessed around her laughed and the dispossessed woman began to weep and plead for someone to tell her where she was, what was happening, who they all were. They didn’t offer her any answers. Instead, they tore her apart.

The blood and gore was for Morty’s benefit. Normally, the possessed wouldn’t have wasted a vessel like that, but they wanted him to see their cruelty. Not that he needed to see it. He felt it writhing underneath him as Shandra bucked against his stone form.

“Hello, Mordecai,” a multi-toned voice said. “I have missed you.”

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