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Writing In Suburbia #61: Two Questions With Paul E. Cooley!

Another new episode! Huzzah!

This is the first official “Two Questions With…” episode. I’ll be releasing these every other week, so stay tuned for more awesome guests!

In this episode I interview Paul E. Cooley. He’s a great guy despite being my nemesis. Excellent writer (despite being my nemesis)! Check out all his stuff (despite him being my nemesis) at

Enjoy the show!

Show notes-

Books mentioned:

In Perpetuity by Jake Bible

EverRealm by Jake Bible

Ghere’s Inferno by Paul E Cooley

Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License





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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Friday!

Gonna make this super quick so we can get to the drabble goodness.

The incredible writer, Lee Murray, has switched publishers. She is now with Severed Press and has moved her amazing novel, Into The Mist, over to Severed! Let’s all give her a huge welcome by clicking on that cover below and buying her book! I’ve read it, it’s incredible, and certainly a novel that fans of mine will love. GO GET IT! Oh, and it won the Sir Julius Vogel Award for 2016 Best Novel! Bam!

Also, Galactic Vice audiobook!

And Agent Prime!

Click the pics!


Now, on with the drabble!



Twas A Nice Life
Jake Bible

“Oh my, oh my, oh my!” Bumbletubs cried as he ran down the corridor, the Thing right on his heels. “OH MY!”

“Bumbletubs!” the prince shouted from his bedroom. “Keep it down, I am trying to nap!”

“Sorry to disturb, M’Lord!” Bumbletubs screamed as he raced past the prince’s closed bedroom door. “So sorry!”

“Well, you should be, Bumbletubs! You should be!” The prince grumbled inaudibly then snoring reached the corridor after assailing the bedroom door.

Bumbletubs scampered around the corridor’s corner, the Thing still on his heels.

“Twas a nice life,” Bumbletubs thought just as the Thing caught up.



Disclaimer: Click the pics!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Oh, you have come back! I thought I’d never see you again!

Hmmm…what’s that? How can I see you now?

Well, I can’t, of course. That’d be silly… Ignore the blinking red light. Nothing to see there.

SO! How about some drabble stuff? 100 words of micro-fiction to distract you from the blinking red light? Not that there is a blinking red light. YOU SEE NOTHING!

Anyhoo…buy Galactic Vice on audiobook. Or buy Agent Prime on Kindle or paperback. Your choice. HELL, WHY CHOOSE? Pick ’em both. You’ll thank me.

Here are some handy pics you can click on. Do it. DOOOOO EEEEEEET!

Oh, and if you want the Friday Night Drabble Party delivered to your inbox at lunch time, instead of at night, then subscribe to my weekly newsletter! DO EEEEEET!

Now, on with the drabble!



Dreadfully Terrifying Occurrence
Jake Bible


No response. Not even a “Don’t bother with me, M’Lord! Save yourself!” Rather inconsiderate. Completely unacceptable.

“Well, Bumbletubs,” the prince muttered. “If you are going to hide after such a tragedy has befallen me then I shall think not of you again. You are banished from my mind, Bumbletubs. Banished!”

“M’lord? Who are you speaking to?”


“Yes, M’Lord?”

“I thought you’d died when my pudding exploded!”

“Exploded, M’Lord? It appears you only spilled it.”

“Ah, yes… It appears so. Dreadfully terrifying occurrence. Did not like it. Make sure it never happens again.”

“I will do my best, M’Lord.”



Disclaimer: So inconsiderate…

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Let’s all say hello to another Friday!

“Hello, another Friday!”

Hey, before we dive into the 100 words, how about you take a look at something brand spanking new! (Not sure why we say “spanking” new. Weird…)

It’s Agent Prime!

Denman Sno is Agent Prime!

The best of the Fleet Intelligence Service’s elite Special Service Division, Denman Sno will need to use all of his skills and resources to stop the galaxy from plunging into another War with the alien menace known as the Skrang Alliance.

Sno’s assignment: protect and deliver Pol Hammon, the galaxy’s greatest dark tech hacker, to Galactic Fleet headquarters.

Hammon is in possession of new technology that can and will change the landscape of galactic life. The Galactic Fleet will do anything to keep that technology out of the hands of the Skrang Alliance even it it means sacrificing their best agent.

Even if it means sacrificing Agent Prime!

Murder. Espionage. Romance. Treachery. Greed.

Agent Prime is prepared for it all!


Yeah, you wanna read that, don’t ya? YOU DO! Click away!

Now, on with the drabble!



Jake Bible

The spokes of the bicycle wheel were swirling curlycues of blood; completely mesmerizing.

Bobby turned his head and looked at the bike. He’d built it from parts with his own hands. No help from his father, no help from his friends. Piece by piece, he’d bolted that bike together.

He was enraged that it would turn on him like it had.

Picking himself up, Bobby limped to the bike, pulled his .45, and shot it. It had betrayed him, but he wasn’t going to let it suffer. He wasn’t cruel like his father.

“Time for a new bike,” Bobby said.



Disclaimer: Gotta watch them two-wheelers, am I right?


Friday Night Drabble Party!


Another Friday is here so that means it’s time for more Drabble greatness! Huzzah!

Before we dive into the free micro-fiction, how about you check out what’s below. Click one of the pics to be transported to greatness!

There’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia!




Rhett Bruno’s Circuit Trilogy is on sale for $.99!








And Galactic Vice is always ready to party!









Now, on with the drabble!



Impossible Body
Jake Bible

“Of all the specimens I’ve collected, this one is my favorite,” Mr. Rege stated as he gestured towards the display case. “As you can see, it is perfectly preserved. Until this find, only partial examples were ever found.”

Morgan stared at the multi-limbed…thing. It was suspended in the display case by thick wires, its impossible body hung for all to see.

Then it twitched.

“Uh…Mr. Rege?” Morgan said, tapping him on the shoulder as the man continued to address the other guests. “It moved.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Rege said as the display case shattered into a thousand pieces.



Disclaimer: Don’t tap on the glass!

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