• Yay for Friday! Or as I like to call it “One Day Closer To Death So Let’s Go Rob A Bank” day!

    I kid. Unless you happen to know of a team of criminals looking to apprentice a broke writer. I don’t have much experience, but damn if I don’t have enthusiasm! LET’S GO ROB A BANK!

    Okay, okay, enough with the funny stuff. Time to get serious. And by serious I mean GIANT MUTANT DINOSAURS AND CANNIBAL CAVEMEN!

    Mega 4: Behemoth Island is available for your ebook pleasure!

    Behemoth-Island-ebook-coverJust look at the awesome cover! You know you want to read the book! Do it! DO IT!

    And now for our regularly scheduled drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Make Excuses
    By
    Jake Bible

    My total amount of giving a shit is equal to the exact amount of I don’t give a fuck. It’s really that simple.

    “You make excuses, Blane,” I say. “You make excuses and then you hide behind them. You’re like a fucking terrorist that uses children as human shields.”

    I don’t really think Blane’s a terrorist. I also don’t blame him for making excuses. If I was getting the holy shit beat out of me, I’d make excuses too.

    I wipe the snot and blood from his face with his own sleeve.

    “Now, where is the cash, bitch?” I snarl.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Seriously, I’d make a great getaway driver or bag man. Send me a PM, DM, or IM. No BMs, though.

  • It is here! Mega 4: Behemoth Island has arrived and is ready to chomp your head off and swallow it without chewing!

    [Health Note: Always chew your food thoroughly, kids.]

    So click that pic and return to the insane world of Team Grendel! All of your favorite characters are back! Kinsey, Darren, Thorne, Darby, Ballantine, Lucy, the Reynolds Brothers (they never shut up!), Mike, Gunnar- sheesh, how many awesome characters are there? NOT ENOUGH!

    Get to readin’, y’all! GET TO IT!

    Behemoth-Island-ebook-coverRunning from the world, their ship crippled, their supplies dangerously low, Team Grendel follow Ballantine’s lead to a promised paradise. A place where they can hide and regroup, rest and plan the next step in their lives.

    If only life were so simple.

    Within hours of arriving at their idyllic island, Team Grendel and the crew of the Beowulf III quickly realize that once again they have been thrust into a nightmare of gigantic proportions. One might say it is a behemoth of a bad dream!

    Giant dinosaurs! Man-eating plants! Cannibal cavemen with a hunger for fresh meat! Behemoth Island puts Team Grendel in the middle of Hell and doesn’t let up until the beaches are covered in blood and the jungles are burning!

  • Another week is here and gone. That means it is time for a FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARTY!

    Hooyah!

    Before we get to the micro-fiction of greatness (GREATNESS!), I’m a gonna pimp a book. Because that’s what I do. I pimp my books. It helps pay the bills.

    LITTLE DEAD MAN! Only $.99! A great YA zombie apocalypse novel that is filled with tons of action, gore, suspense, thrills, chills, and horror! HORROR! Get it for less than a can of soda! $.99!

    LDM CoverNow, on with the show!

    Enjoy!

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    Team Player
    By
    Jake Bible

    “Do you want the position or not?” Mr. Clarence asked Robert. “Because we’re only looking for team players here, Bobby.”

    “Rob,” Robert whispered as he tried to keep his hand steady. “I go by-.”

    “Don’t care,” Mr. Clarence said. “You’re now Bobby. A team player gets that. Are you a team player?”

    “Yes, sir,” Robert replied. His palm was slick with sweat and he felt like he would pass out at any second. “But why do I have to kill him?”

    “Easier for HR or something,” Mr. Clarence said. “Now pull the trigger and his job is yours, team player.”

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: The corporate life is the life for me!

  • Folks, it is that time of the week again! RITUAL HUMAN SACRIFICE TIME!

    What? That’s Wednesdays? And we aren’t supposed to talk about it? Not to anyone? Ever?

    Well, that’s a bummer. What’s the point of sacrificing one’s enemies if you can’t brag about it on one’s blog and/or social media? Sometimes I question the morals of this country.

    Hey! Speaking of morals! Did you know Z-Burbia is only $.99 right now? AND, if you buy it you can add on the audiobook for only $1.99 more? Hot damn!

    HOT DAMN!

    Now, on to tonight’s drabble! HUZZAH!

    Enjoy!

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    The Loop Never Stops
    By
    Jake Bible

    Trapped. The current data is processed at two gigabytes per second. The loop never stops.

    Cassie stared at the words on her screen. She glanced over her left shoulder. No one was watching her. She glanced over her right shoulder. Herb was watching, but that perv was always watching.

    Trapped. Enter protocol for return. The current data is processed at three gigabytes per second. Exponential growth. Cannot maintain position. The loop never stops.

    Cassie was about to reply when Herb cried out then vanished into his monitor. Into it. Then gone.

    Cassie decided it was time to go to lunch.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Then…I got in.

  • Hello, Friday, my old friend. I’ve got 100 words again.

    In sentences softly creepy, in paragraphs that are something something…

    Okay, I couldn’t keep it going. It’s early when I am writing this and coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. But, for you, my brave fans of micro-fiction, it is FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARRRRRRRTY TIIIIIIIIIMMMME!

    You know what? Let’s get right to the party. If you feel like checking out any books -ebook, print, or audio- just clickety clack any of those menu titles above. They will take you to a world of wonder!

    WONDER!

    Now, on to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Modern City Life
    By
    Jake Bible

    The subway rattled down the tracks while Holston stared at his hands. The other passengers had gotten off at the last few stops, leaving the car empty, a decaying mausoleum of modern city life.

    Holston coughed. He didn’t cover his mouth, just watched the droplets of spittle hit the deck of the subway car, adding to the years of grime and gunk.

    He wiped at his mouth and the back of his hand came away bloody.

    It was too late.

    Holston set his hand on his jeans and closed his eyes, ready for the end of the world to begin.

    ***

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: You can’t take it with you when you die. Whatever it is.