A million Fridays behind me, a bajillion Fridays to go! With all the Drabbles in between!
No clue what any of that means, but it sounded nice in my head. And if it’s in my head then it’s gonna get written down at some point. This is that point.
Hey! Guess what? There will be all kinds of deals and promos and contests coming up. I’ll be announcing them this coming week. But, the only way you’ll find out about them is if you sign up on my mailing list. Seriously. You don’t want to miss out!
Get to the signing!
Now, on to the Drabble!
The engine sputtered and died.
Tanya glared at the gas gauge, the red arrow lying its ass off as it pointed to half a tank. She pounded the steering wheel with white hot rage until the heels of her hands were tenderized into bruised lumps of pain.
She grabbed the blood-coated backpack and shotgun from Delia’s lap and shoved the driver’s side door open. Delia wasn’t going to need them; she’d died a good fifty miles back.
Tanya didn’t waste a second. She sprinted into the shadowed woods that bordered the road. Cross country was the new plan.
Disclaimer: The gas tank is lying to you and the spare tire has a drinking problem!
Oh, it is on now!
Roak is back in an all new novel, Nebula Risen, and this time his bounty is a dead man!
“Jonny Nebula was the greatest heavy-grav fighter to ever compete in the Orbs. Galactic Champion for two decades running, no one could touch his skill. Until his final, brutal fight when his reign came to a bloody, deadly end.
But, as Roak is about to find out, there’s always an encore.
An old friend from his past. A job that shouldn’t exist. A web of lies and deceit that goes deeper than anyone knows. Roak has his work cut out for him.
It’ll take all of Roak’s skills as the galaxy’s premiere bounty hunter to track down a dead man. Especially one that refuses to be found without a knockdown, drag out, to the death (again) fight!”
Go get Nebula Risen and see why reviewers love Roak so much!
Another Friday is upon us! Huzzah!
Y’all want some micro-fiction? I know you do! I’ll skip the promos this week. Hopefully, being the decent human beings that y’all are, you’ll click on one of the pics at the bottom of the page or perhaps check out the list of novels above. Because you are decent human beings. Decent. Human beings.
On with the Drabble!
I Got You
He could feel the warmth leaving her body. He could feel her heartbeat slow and her breathing become laborious. He could feel her dying.
“Hold on,” he said. “Almost there. Only half a mile more.”
He adjusted her weight, careful not to exacerbate her wounds, shifting her body across his shoulders. He felt like his legs would give out, but he couldn’t let that happen. If he did, they’d both be dead in minutes.
“Hold on, girl,” he said. “I got you.”
She whined softly and licked his face then rested her head against his shoulder as he continued hiking.
Disclaimer: Decent. Human. Beings.
Yes, it is time for another Drabble Party, but this week is kind of crazy and my brain is focused solely on finishing the next Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter novel. Gotta keep the word flow going, yo!
So, instead of 100 words of original fiction, I give you an 100 word excerpt from my latest release: Mech Corps. It just so happens that I was able to find exactly 100 words to use. That rarely happens, y’all. I hope you dig the excerpt and feel like picking up the novel. What’s it about? Check it out below!
Now united and desperate to put down new roots, humanity sets off across the galaxy. But, the galaxy isn’t as hospitable as people would like.
Humanity needs a miracle to survive against the first alien race they encounter. Good thing they have that miracle in the form of a team of 30-foot human-piloted battle robots known as the Mech Corps!
The massive xeno dodged each punch she threw, answering the attacks with whipcrack shots from its tentacles, knocking Roar off balance again and again.
“Chomps! Anyone! Can you read me?” Roar yelled into the comms. “Come in, goddammit!”
“Roar? Your signal is weak. What’s going on?” Chomps replied.
“In the shit!” Roar shouted. “In the shit!”
She cried out as pain shot from her left wrist up her arm. She looked down to see five tentacles wrapped about her mech’s wrist, all squeezing and twisting with enough force that the metal alloy was showing signs it was about to buckle.
Disclaimer: Don’t over think it, people. Go buy the novel!
Once again, the week ends and another Friday night is upon us! Let the games begin!
Okay, there aren’t any games. There are 100 words of awesome, though. You take what you can get in life, am I right?
Let’s get to those words now, shall we?
“Is it breathing?”
“How should I know? You ever seen anything like it before? I haven’t. Maybe it doesn’t breathe.”
“Everything breathes, man.”
“That so? It could be an alien. Aliens might not breathe. You don’t know shit about aliens.”
“I think it’s a dog.”
“Not a dog, dude.”
“Could be an alien dog.”
“Then it’s still not a dog, it’s just an alien.”
“An alien dog.”
“Not an alien dog!”
“Should I poke it? Maybe if I poke it, it’ll start breathing.”
“Or maybe it’ll bite your face off.”
“Aliens really need to start leashing their dogs.”
Disclaimer: Go see Museum at Asheville High!