O! M! G! It’s Halloween AND the Friday Night Drabble Party!
Got to calm down, got to calm down, got to- HALLOWEEN! I love it, I love it, I love it!
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Oooh, wait, there’s more! And this novel is actually Halloween themed! Be sure and check out Intentional Haunting, my latest release. It’s Teen horror, so kinda a mix of John Green and Stephen King in that classic Jake Bible style y’all love so much! Clicky another linky here!
Now, how’s about we get on with the Halloween drabble?
The Darkness Thirsts
“I SUMMON THEE, SATAN! SHOW ME YOUR DARK MAJESTY! GRACE US WITH YOUR EVIL PRESENCE!”
“Who dares summon me?” the Devil asked as he appeared in a puff of smoke in the center of the abandoned church.
“It is I, Master!” the man in the robes replied. “Your humble servant and-.”
“Sweet. Get me a latte from Starbucks, servant. Whole milk, two shots of vanilla. No cinnamon or nutmeg. NO CINNAMON OR NUTMEG!”
“God, I love Halloween,” the Devil sighed as the robed man hurried from the church and out to his Prius. “Free lattes rock.”
Disclaimer: If the Devil asks you to get him a latte, don’t get the two shots of vanilla. The guy is diabetic and in denial. Don’t be an enabler.
Just in time for Halloween, I bring you my latest Teen horror novel, Intentional Haunting!
Think of it as Stephen King for the John Green fans. Great stuff! So go ahead and click that link, have a read, and enjoy the spooky season!
Intentional Haunting (13+)-
Wyattsville, Oregon –The Most Haunted Place In America.
For fourteen year old Cotton Tennison, the Wyattsville ghosts are not the horrors he fears. The living are far more scary.
As the town outcast, Cotton suffers the abuse of his drunk father and the torment of the local bullies – a group known as the Red Meat Boys.
His only refuge is The Wyatt House, an abandoned house at the end of his street, a house filled with ghosts and specters that the town would prefer didn’t exist.
When several teenagers are brutally murdered, the town council decides to turn the Wyatt House over to a family of ghost hunters with questionable intentions. Here begins Cotton’s struggle to find a way to save the house, his ghostly friends, and the entire town before an evil force de-stroys them all.
Intentional Haunting is a Teen horror novel that mixes the tender macabre of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, the suspense of Stephen King’s The Shining, and the dark humor of Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice. It is the personal story of a young man surviving the abuse of a town that has abandoned him, a young man that will be faced with a choice when the fate of Wyattsville rests in his hands. Will he be able to look beyond his resentment to save the town that has caused him such pain or will he walk away, just as the town walked away from him?
Welcome back! Come in, come in. Make yourselves comfortable while I inflict upon you another Halloween themed Drabble!
But, before I do, I want to weigh in on the Permuted Press hijinks going on: don’t believe the rumors and BS being spread. Just don’t. I’ll have a full blog post addressing this issue on Monday, so stay tuned.
Now, on to tonight’s drabble!
Then Please Stay
“The pumpkins screamed, man!” Horace shouted as he backed away from the front porch. “The damn things screamed when I tried to pick them up!”
“Dude, that’s the sound effects from across the street,” Bart frowned.
“You kids! Get away from my pumpkins!” the old woman screeched as she pushed open the screen door. “Go!”
“Help us!” three of the carved pumpkins screamed. “Help us!”
“Unless you want to join them,” the old woman sneered at the teenagers. “Then please stay.”
“Dude!” Bart said as he grabbed Horace’s arm. “We’re gone!”
“Told ya!” Horace cried as they turned and ran.
Disclaimer: Quit while you’re ahead, kids. Sometimes being too old to trick or treat is a good thing.
October is here!
That means it’s Halloween themed drabbles for the rest of the month! Some may be scary, some may be funny, some may be just, well…weird. Yay for Halloween!
And speaking of Halloween, I have a reading/signing at Malaprop’s Bookstore the night before Halloween! Here’s the flyer!
If you are in town that night then you should swing on by so you can have a chance to win FREE JAKE BIBLE NOVELS FOR LIFE! Just click on the poster and RSVP at the event page on Facebook. RSVPing helps me and helps Malaprop’s know how many people will be there.
Now, on to the drabble!
The room was filled with wood shavings as Biggs frantically carved stake after stake. There was no time to slow down, his only chance at survival was to be prepared for the worst.
A knock at the door puzzled him; they had never been so forward before. He stood, reached out, turned the knob, and yanked the door open while he held a stake above his head, ready.
“Trick or- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
“DIE, EVIL!” Biggs bellowed as the children ran screaming. “What the…?”
He looked at his phone and saw 31 on the screen.
“Well, this makes things tricky,” he sighed.
Disclaimer: You’ll poke your eye out!
The last Friday before Halloween!
I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.
Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.
Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!
Had to Get Home
There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.
His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.
So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.
When he got home, they were all crying. Why?
There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.
And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!
Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!