Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    IT’S FRIDAY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

    I hope everyone is having an awesome Friday so far. I know a TON of people are out seeing Rogue One. I’m a little jelly about that. I’ll see it next week. Not gonna stress. I have a feeling it may have a long run in the theaters. Call it a hunch.

    Hey! Guess what? If you dig the sci-fi action/adventure stuff then have I got something for you!

    ROAK: Galactic Bounty Hunter!

    Scratch that itch for some kick-ass scifi goodness and get your copy today!

    roak-ebook-coverWoo hoo!

    Oh, and be sure and sign up for my mailing list! No spam! Free, EXCLUSIVE video readings of drabbles and works in progress!

    Now, on with the Drabble Party!

    Enjoy!

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    Ten
    By
    Jake Bible

    Ten.

    It was a number she lived by.

    Ten.

    A number she worked by.

    Ten.

    A number one day she expected to die by.

    Ten.

    Nine in the magazine, one in the chamber.

    Problem was, she needed eleven. Twelve, if she wanted to leave the slimmest margins for error. There was always error.

    Like now.

    She’d been told six men would accompany Gordon. Six, not eleven. Six would leave four for error. A wide margin.

    No margin left with eleven.

    Oh, well. That’s why God gave her two hands with ten fingers.

    Ten.

    They’d have to make up the difference.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: This little piggy…

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Happy Friday to you all!

    What a glorious Friday it is! Do you know why it is so glorious? Because Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter is here!

    roak-ebook-coverThere are thousands of bounty hunters across the galaxy. Solid professionals that take jobs based on the credits the bounties afford. They follow the letter of the law so they can maximize those credits.
    Licensed, bonded, legal.
    Then there’s Roak.
    Deadly, unstoppable, invisible.
    No criminal or military records. No files or folders with his name on them. No cybernetic implants to track. No proof he even exists except for a reputation for getting the job done. Roak is the bounty hunter called when someone is looking for the opposite of licensed, bonded, legal.
    Now someone has ignored his reputation and made a very big mistake.
    Double-crossed and left to die, Roak survives and sets out to exact vengeance and get paid what he is owed.
    But he’s not unreasonable.
    While his fee may have just gone up, the bloody, brutal revenge is on the house.

    Ain’t that just the coolest? The answer is yes.

    Go get that puppy! DO IT!

    Now, on with our 100 words of micro-fiction!

    Enjoy!

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    Ready For Whatever
    By
    Jake Bible

    The artery sprayed blue.

    Not red, but blue.

    Vicky hadn’t expected that.

    In less than a second, the wall was completely coated, the dozen spurted splatters joined into a dripping, blurred mural of violence.

    Knife gripped tight, Vicky kicked the dead man away from her and spun to meet the other attackers.

    No one was there. Her scanner had counted four. But the corridor was empty.

    “What are you?” she whispered at the corpse as she slid her backup blade from her boot.

    The empty airlock loomed before her. She took a deep breath and stepped through, ready for whatever.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Blue bloods, am I right?

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Howdy!

    Welcome back to another Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Hey, did you know I do a live reading of each week’s drabble? True story! But, the only way you can get access is to sign up for my mailing list. I know, I know, you’re afraid of spam. Trust me. I won’t spam you. I don’t have time to spam anyone. So, sign your ass up, yo! You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain!

    Now, on to the 100 words of super groovy, super grooviness!

    Enjoy!

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    Left To Haunt
    by
    Jake Bible

    Lost in thought, Gary faced the glass doors and stared into the street beyond.  Throngs of people out for the Holiday shopping season packed the sidewalks.

    “Gary.”

    There was a woman outside. There were many women, but one in particular pulled him from his thoughts. Her eyes. Cold, black, empty, dead. So dead.

    “Gary!”

    He shook his head and turned. His wife stood there, puzzled.

    “Lost you there,” she said and smiled.

    “Yeah, sorry,” he said, returning the smile.

    His attention returned to the street, but the woman was gone, only the memory of her eyes left to haunt him.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: The weather outside is frightful…

  • Writing In Suburbia #47: Time Is Money And I Ain’t Got Enough Of Either

    Time for one more episode in November! I squeaked it in!

    Speaking of time, this episode is all about how I structure and schedule what I will be writing over the next few months. I go into detail on how I pick my projects and how I recover when the best laid plans get off track. This is a good one for those of you that struggle with budgeting your time.

    Enjoy!

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  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Twas the day after thanksgiving, and all through the house, food comas continue to subdue the rabble.

    Rabble rhymes with drabble!

    Segue!

    Hey, you remember when I was asking everyone to pledge to the Mountain Of Words Write-A-Thon? Do ya? Well, about four of you did! Yay for you four!

    The rest of you…? For shame, I say! FOR SHAME!

    Want to rid yourself of that shame the day after saying how thankful you are for all the stuff in your life? DONATE! That’s right, you can still donate to the Asheville Writers in the Schools program. Click, click, click!

    Now, on to the free micro-fiction!

    Enjoy!

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    Gears Ground
    By
    Jake Bible

    Gears ground as he tried to force the shifter into third. The stick kicked hard against his palm. That would leave a bruise. Bruises were the least of his worries.

    The pedal thumped against the sole of his boot, the clutch refusing to engage. He snarled as he fought back, shoving his foot down, determined to leave second gear.

    Screaming, the engine protested the revolutions per minute forced on it. Screaming back, he dared to glance into the rearview mirror. The black sedan was gaining.

    It would be on him after the next curve.

    Damn that third gear to hell.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.