Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Here we are once more, my friends. Friday. Night. Drabble. Party.

    You ready to rock some 100 words? I know you are!

    As always, feel free to join in by adding your 100 words worth of goodness in the comments below. Time to get your drabble on!

    Enjoy!

    Oh, and wait, just a heads up that starting March 30th the Party will be put on hold. Why? Oh, you’ll see. I have a big announcement to make on Monday and Fridays will be taken up for at least the month of April with other goodness. You’ll dig, I’m sure.

    Cheers!

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    They Said

    By

    Jake Bible

    Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep moving, trying to doge the shards of broken glass that littered the floor and tortured her bare feet. She knew if she could just get out of the labyrinthine old building she would be safe. But she had been running, walking, staggering for what seemed like hours.

    “It’s not haunted, they said,” she whispered to herself, terror pushing her to the edge of madness. “It’ll be fun, they said.”

    “But they died,” a voice growled behind her.

    “Yes, they did,” she sighed, ready for the cut of the blade.

    ***

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Oh, how the sun revolves around the earth… Wait, strike that, reverse.

    That means another week is down and it’s time for Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Thanks to those that have participated. And a special thanks to those that have been so supportive in my decision to leave podcasting. Y’all rock!

    I have a blog post and a couple of interviews posted. Go back and have a read/listen if you are so inclined and don’t know what’s going on with my walking away from the mic.

    But, for now, enjoy the drabble and feel free to add your part to it in the comments section.

    Cheers!

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    The Coffin Man

    By

    Jake Bible

    The Coffin Man looked at the boy. The boy looked back.

    “Where are your parents?” the Coffin Man asked.

    “Dead,” the boy replied through his tears.

    “You want to come with me?”

    “You? Where?”

    “Wherever I’m needed,” the Coffin Man replied, patting the top of his massive iron box, an oblong monstrosity that he was harnessed to and had to pull from town to town.

    “To be a Coffin Man?” the boy asked.

    “Depends.”

    “On what?”

    “Whether you live,” the Coffin Man nodded towards the lightening sky. “The Unseen will be awake soon.”

    The boy didn’t hesitate and climbed on.

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  • Nemesis! Paul E Cooley Interviews Me. Be Warned.

    My nemesis Mr. Paul E. Cooley has interviewed me about my decision to leave podcasting.

    Feel free to have a listen, but your earholes won’t be the same, I assure you.

    Cheers!

    Interviewed by my nemesis!

  • From Dead Mech To Dead Mic- Interview with the Dead Robots Society

    Howdy, ya’ll!

    I had a great interview yesterday with the Dead Robots Society about my decision to leave podcasting. Goes into more depth and detail than my blog post last week.

    Have a listen if you get a chance!

    From Dead Mech To Dead Mic

    Cheers!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Oh, hello there, Friday! Glad to see ya!

    And I’m glad to see all of you here for another Drabble Party! Welcome, welcome. Leave your coats by the door and grab a beverage. There’re snacks in the kitchen.

    All settled? Excellent.

    So we have had another Party goer join the fun. Welcome to Frailey! I dig the additions to the drabbles.

    I know I had said way back that I’d comment on drabbles that were added to the Party. I have decided not to. I quickly realized I’m not a critic. To each their own is how I see it. I think just having the guts to put your 100 words on the website is good enough. No need to get all subjective on the drabble itself.

    So come one, come all! Time to get your Party on!

    Enjoy!

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    Back With A Vengeance

    By

    Jake Bible

    “NOOOOOO!!!” Manny shouted as the first bullet tore Terrance’s forehead apart. Chunks of skull and thin strips of skin exploded into the misty morning air. A fine spray of blood floated on the slight breeze.

    Manny dove under the Valiant he and his brother had been struggling to restore. More bullets flew through the air and followed Manny, ripping wide holes in the Valiant’s blood stained primer gray.

    “Who are you?” Manny screamed.

    “A shadow from your past,” a woman’s voice replied. “You remember that night, right? Should have killed me.”

    “Dear God…,” Manny whispered, knowing he was already dead.

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    Cheers!

    Oh, and if you haven’t heard, I have decided to walk away from podcasting. Check out the post I dropped yesterday for more info.

    Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever have, condoned the destruction of classic automobiles. No actual Valiants were harmed in the writing of this drabble.