• Here we are again, folks! Another Friday, another Party, another Drabble!

    Huzzah to the hu and the zzah!

    Hey, see that mock cover to the right? The one that says Natural Born Cyborgs? Have a click and pre-order that puppy! I’ve been working on the outline and story and soon there will be some updates for y’all! But be sure and get in early.

    Now to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    In A Flash
    By
    Jake Bible

    “It steals your soul,” whispered Alyse. “That’s what my priest says.”

    “That’s crazy,” Wilma said from the corner of her mouth, trying to hold her smile. “Now shush.”

    “But what if it does?” Alyse asked.

    “Please don’t move or talk,” the man behind the large box said. “It will ruin the photograph.”

    “Hush,” Wilma warned. “Be still.”

    The flash was almost painful and Alyse shook her head while blinking her eyes repeatedly.

    “Is that all?” Wilma asked. “When can we pick it up?”

    “Give me three days,” the photographer said.

    “Do we pay now?” Wilma asked.

    The photographer just smiled.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: At no point am I saying Glamor Shots will steal your soul. But I’m also not saying it won’t. Just saying.

  • You gotta, you gotta, you gotta get up on the git down! It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Are you ready for some Drabble? I SAID, ARE YOU READY FOR SOME DRABBLE?

    I know you are!

    So let’s get to it!

    Enjoy!

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    Stuck
    By
    Jake Bible

    Musty, slimy algae filled his nostrils and Carlos struggled not to snort the goo and choke to death. He was upside down; still seatbelted into the driver seat. He fumbled at the latch, but his hands wouldn’t obey. He tried to kick himself free, but his legs wouldn’t obey.

    Nothing below his neck would obey.

    “HELP!” he screamed as he watched the swamp water start to rise. The car was sinking and he couldn’t do a thing about it. He was completely, 100% stuck.

    His last thought was what would people think when they found the body in the trunk.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Swamps, man. Swamps.

  • Hello!

    It’s time for another Friday Night Drabble Party! The Party where you get free -YES, FREE!- 100 word fiction!

    And that’s not all there is tonight! In about two hours (9pm eastern time) I’ll be on The Funky Werepig! Mr. Gregory Hall will interview the shit out of me! Not literally. Gross. So tune in at 9pm for The Funky Werepig and all the shenanigans that will ensue! Click here for info and links! CLICK HERE! Then come on back and read ya some drabbly goodness!

    Now, on to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Blue Lightning
    By
    Jake Bible

    “More!” the doctor screamed. “I need more power!”

    “I’ve given it all there is, Master!” Iggy yelled from his perch amid a thousand switches and transformers, all arcing blue lightning from coil to coil. “We’re at full power!”

    “Damn him!” the doctor swore. “He’s sucking it up like Kool-Aid! The abomination won’t die!”

    “Don’t you want him to live, Master?” Iggy asked, licking his fingers after a nasty shock.

    “No!” the doctor replied. “Then he’ll be free to think on his own!”

    “And we can’t have that,” I grinned as I finally broke loose. “No, can’t have that at all.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: It’s alive!

  • Warning: Profanity ahead! Don’t read this to your kids. If you are a kid, don’t read it (which means you will). If you are a parent and don’t like your kids reading profanity then stop wasting time here, Goodie Smith, and get back to your witch burning. Sheesh.

    Monday night I hit a double feature of Pacific Rim and then World War Z. The bliss, oh, the sweet, sweet bliss.

    Before we go into the movies, you should read this post of mine from a few weeks back It’s Okay To Have Fun Just Because!

    All done? Good. Now you get where I’m coming from as you read this.

    There have been plenty of people smarter than me that have reviewed/examined Pacific Rim. Find them, read them, stalk them. No, no, don’t stalk them. (Stalk them…) I’m not going to go in depth about the story or characters or plot or blah-blah-blah. No point.

    Why? Because Pacific Rim is just plain fun! I don’t care about the holes in the science (there are plenty). I don’t care about some of the cardboard characters (cardboard is a necessary part of life or pizzas would be delivered on the bare backs of zit covered teen slaves. Or something like that…). I won’t go into the fact that- OH, IT’S JUST FUCKING FUN! FUN, FUN, FUN!

    HUGE, GIANT, MASSIVE ROBOTS FIGHT HUGE, GIANT MASSIVE MONSTERS THAT COME OUT OF A CRACK IN THE OCEAN! FUCK PLOT! FUCK CHARACTERS! FUCK CARDBOARD (Hello? Yes, I need a large cheese with extra cheese and a side of melted extra cheese)! I could give two shits and a titty fuck (which is the Papa John’s Friday night special, by the way) about blah-blah-blah when HUGE, GIANT, MASSIVE ROBOTS FIGHT HUGE, GIANT MASSIVE MONSTERS THAT COME OUT OF A CRACK IN THE OCEAN!

    That’s why you should go see the movie. That’s my endorsement. It looks awesome, the acting is great, it’s funny (Charlie Day and Ron Perlman. Nuff said) and HUGE, GIANT, MASSIVE ROBOTS FIGHT HUGE, GIANT MASSIVE MONSTERS THAT COME OUT OF A CRACK IN THE OCEAN!

    I mean, come on, that’s why I wrote DEAD MECH. I wanted to write a fun novel where massive battle robots crush zombies and where zombies pilot massive battle robots and crush people. Then eat them. I wasn’t going for Crime and Punishment, y’all. I was going for what I thought was fun and hoped others would think the same thing.

    Good shit, yo.

    Now, to switch gears and move to World War Z. It is not the same as the novel. In fact, only the title is the same. That’s it. But, who cares? It’s a great movie! And, AND, it’s not an action movie!

    Whoa… What did he just say?

    I SAID, it’s not an action movie. Yes, there is a ton of action. Yes, there are Navy Seals and Special Forces and Israeli paramilitary troops and zombies go SUPER FUCKING FAST and climb shit and mow people down like a Black Friday sale at Wal-Mart, but it is not an action movie.

    Why? Because the main character is not an action hero. He’s a thinker. He’s a guy dropped into the middle of hell because he is an investigator. He uses guns at times, even tosses a couple grenades, but that’s because it’s the SMART thing to do, not because he needs to go all BANG-BANG, SPLOOSHY ZOMBIE HEAD DIE BITCHES DIE ONE LINER HERE WE COME. Not because of that. No, he observes the insanity and is able to pierce the fear and chaos to find the answers needed to stop the zombie hordes. That’s good shit.

    Don’t like Brad Pit? Then don’t go see the movie because he’s in almost every single frame. And he does a great job. I believed his character. I believed his motivation. I believed he would do whatever it took to get the answers. So, I guess he is an action hero OF THE MIND!

    World War Z has plenty of scares, plenty of gore, and sweet, sweet zombie action. If you like zombie movies then go see this one. It is not a re-hash of everything else. It’s more like if you dropped Brad Pit into a smart BBC crime drama and gave it a $200 million dollar budget. That’s my kinda zombie flick. And it is still very fun!

    That’s my two cents on a couple of blockbusters out there right now. If you can, go see them both. Preferably back to back. You’ll get your peanut butter and then your chocolate and then you will be all, “Peanut butter. Nomnomnom. Chocolate. Nomnomnom.” Or something like that…

    Cheers!

  • And the Drabble Party is back! Had to take a week off last week due to family visit, but tonight you get your free 100 word fix!

    And that’s not all! After the drabble is Team Long Shot’s 48 Hour Film Project “Not Again”. We won Audience Award- Group A and also Best Editing. Huzzah! It was a blast and a HUGE thank you to all of our supporters!

    Enjoy!

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    Fighting The Future Ignorance
    By
    Jake Bible

    Gagging, drowning, feeling the weight of the world as the jet of water streams up his nose, pounding his sinuses, choking his throat. He spins about and ducks his head, but is met with the end of a nightclub, nightstick, billyclub, baton, violence in a wicked grip.

    He doesn’t give up; none of them do. They fight on, moving forward, moving to truth, moving to reality that is only a few concrete steps away.

    The child, the children, cry out as the beatings continue; the water hoses continue; the mad dogs attack; they don’t stop.

    The library is so close.

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    And now….

    Disclaimer:  I make no claims. Deal.