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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Bam diggity! The FNDP is back, y’all!

Had to take a week off because of ConCarolinas. It was a great weekend, but I am glad to be back in the writing chair so I can give y’all some free micro-fiction.

No schilling this week. Just give a click on any of the categories above if you want some more Jake Bible goodness.



Inevitable Catcall
Jake Bible

One woman held the man to the pavement while another reared her foot back for the blow.

The man tried to protest, but the layers of duct tape that covered his mouth easily prevented that.

The foot found its target. The duct tape crumpled. The man screamed for thirty seconds then passed out, choking on his own teeth.

The two women walked off. A block away there was the inevitable catcall.

“Sounds like someone needs duct tape,” the holder said, grabbing for the roll on her hip.

“Yeah, it does,” the kicker said, bouncing up and down on her toes.



Disclaimer: Duct tape. Say no more.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Friday! Night! Drabble! Party!

How y’all doin’ tonight?

Hey, guess what? Salvage Merc One: The Daedalus System is available! Get it! DO IT NOW!


There’s also some micro-fiction!



Wake Up
Jake Bible


They could not run. Not fast enough, at least. The tiny simian nightmares were everywhere. In the trees, on the roofs, jumping out from behind bushes, driving cars.

Driving cars?

“Carl! Wake up!” Stan shouted.

Carl’s eyes popped open in time for him to swerve the VW bus to the right, avoiding the oncoming traffic he’d drifted into.

“Whoa,” Carl said. “I had the craziest dream…”

“MONKEYS! LOOK OUT!” Stan yelled as a wave of the little buggers overtook a Cadillac and swept across the road. “THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”

“Huh,” Carl said. “I hope I wake up.”

He didn’t.



Disclaimer: Never sleep again…

Friday Night Drabble Party!


It is Friday which means it is time to Party!

You ready for some Drabble goodness? Yes, you are!

Quick announcement first: Blood Cruise is available in audiobook! Huzzah!

Blood Cruise FixBen Clow’s plans are set. Drop off kids, pick up girlfriend, head to the marina, and hop on best friend’s cruiser for a weekend of fun at sea. But Ben’s happy plans are about to be changed by a tentacled horror that lurks beneath the waves. International crime lords! Deep cover black ops agents! A ravenous, bloodsucking monster! A storm of evil and danger conspire to turn Ben Clow’s vacation from a fun ocean getaway into a nightmare of a blood cruise!




Doesn’t that sound like ten kinds of awesome! The narrator totally rocks this production, by the way. You have got to check this one out.



Now, onto the micro-fiction!



Gleeful Bloodlust
Jake Bible

The champion stood over her fallen opponent.

“Submit,” she said, her voice amplified by the external loudspeakers on her mech. “Submit and you keep your machine.”

“Bite me,” the opponent replied, his voice thick with pain as he lay helpless inside his crushed cockpit. “Do your worst, but I won’t submit.”

“You’re a fool,” the champion said.

“But I’m not a coward,” the opponent replied.

“Brave means nothing when you are dead,” the champion sighed as she raised a two-ton foot and brought it down squarely on the cockpit.

The crowd roared with gleeful bloodlust. The match was won.



Disclaimer: We will, we will, rock you!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

So, it is Friday once again.

Usually that means some free micro-fiction, but unfortunately that isn’t going to happen this evening. Way too much going in life and work and all that to get to the 100 words of magic.

But, hey, that doesn’t mean y’all can’t party without me!

Break out that word processor and see what 100 words you can come up with. Play, have fun, get wordy with it, yo! And, if you feel inspired, share that stuff and put a link in the comments below. Or even cut and paste your 100 words of goody goodness for all to see! Seriously, let my forum be your canvas.

Or some other mixed metaphor.

Hope y’all have a great weekend!

Oh, and don’t forget to get your tickets to the Authors For Action: Kill The Bill event! Help fight HB2!


Writing In Suburbia #36: All The Promises Will Be Broken

This week I talk about all the promises you will hear from other writers, from editors, from publishers, from anyone and everyone in the industry, and why those promises mean nothing. Not until the signature is on the contract!

I also talk about the Authors For Action: Kill The Bill event! Go get tix now!






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