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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!



Left To Haunt
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.


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.


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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Friday Night Drabble Party!

What? Huh? WHAT? You here for a Drabble or something? That it? You want me to give you 100 words for free? Yeah?


Why? Because I’m going to ask for a little help, folks. Below is the stock plea for you to sponsor me during the Mountain Of Words campaign! I didn’t tweak the plea since I wanted to make sure you got all the info. But, beware! I’ll be tweaking this plea over the next couple of weeks. It’s gonna get crazy!

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Then you can read the free drabble. BAM!

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More Like Impossible
Jake Bible

The way out was blocked.

Of course it was.

Helen stared at the cave in. She stared at the stacked boulders and the small rocks that trickled down from the top of the massive pile that stood between her and freedom. She stared at the improbable –more like impossible– turn of events.

The thing howled from deep within the cave, having caught her scent once again. Helen shivered at the sound. It just never gave up.

Helen climbed the boulders and began to yank the rocks free. No way she was giving up either. That thing could kiss her ass.



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Writing In Suburbia #45: What I Don’t Know

So, in this week’s episode I talk about all the stuff I know (almost) nothing about when it comes to being a writer. I made a list. It was eye opening. So much stuff. Lots of stuff. All the stuff.

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Welcome back to the Party, y’all!

Hey, guess what? If you add your name to my mailing list then you will get a weekly roundup of all things Jake Bible Fiction which includes an exclusive link to me reading tonight’s drabble! Seriously!

Each week I will read my drabble and upload to YouTube. You get to watch it for FREE just by signing up on the mailing list. Pretty cool, right? RIGHT?


Now, on to the drabble!



Every Monster
Jake Bible

“I give you, the formula for a monster!” Chad exclaimed as he held the beaker aloft and showed it to his friends.

They were less than impressed.

“Seriously?” Michelle asked. “You think that’ll work?”

“I know it will,” Chad replied. “I have zero doubts this will transform anyone that drinks it into a monster.”

“And that’s for us?” Nick asked.

“What? No,” Chad said. He downed the liquid. After a bit of coughing he smiled at his friends. “It’s for me.”

“Then why are we here?” Janice asked.

“Every monster needs victims,” Chad said as his body began to change.




Friday Night Drabble Party!

So, we meet again. I always knew it would come to this. Me here. You there. A Drabble between us. So it has been foretold, so it has been written!

Written in 100 words exactly, that is! BAM!

Welcome back to the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s the time of the week where you can let all your inhibitions go and just be free! FREE!

Of course, that depends on what your inhibitions are. If something inside your head is keeping you from putting your private bits in the mayonnaise then maybe keep that inhibition. That wouldn’t be so bad. Think of the children.

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Then sign up for my mailing list! Only those on the mailing list get exclusive access to my video and audio readings! Drabbles! Works in progress! Confessions to murder!

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Now, on to the 100 words!



Half An Inch
Jake Bible

The doorknob was half an inch from Louise’s fingertips. Only half an inch. All she had to do was grab it, turn it, and she’d be free.

Terry screamed again. From far off, back inside the house Louise had fought so hard to get free from. And she was so close. Half an inch so close.

“Turn the knob. Run,” Louise told herself. Terry screamed again. Louise cringed. “Turn the knob. Run.”

“Yes. Turn the knob. Run,” It said.

Louise screamed and grabbed for that last half an inch. She never made it.

She had been so close.

So close.




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