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Friday The 13th Night Drabble Party!

Only thing better than a normal Friday Night Drabble Party? A Friday the 13th Night Drabble Party!

It’s like the Universe had me in mind when making the calendar. Thank you, Universe!

So, to celebrate this most holy night of slasherific slasherness I give you this drabble! I serve it up  on a plate of pan-seared liver with a side of fava beans and a nice chianti. Mmmmmmm!

Enjoy!

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A Hard Night’s Work

By

Jake Bible

“RUN!” I scream at her. “Go get the car!”

I toss her the keys, but they slip through her fingers, falling into the thick mud at her feet.

The rain pours down on us, creating red rivulets of blood that flow down my skin as my wounds continue to bleed. I can’t believe he cut me. Deep. Am I dying? Am I?

“There he is!” she yells at me. “Just past the trees!”

“THEN GO AFTER HIM!” I shout. “Do I have to do everything?!”

What was I thinking hiring an assistant? There’s a reason we serial killers work alone.

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How’d ya like that one?

Cheers!

Disclaimer:  They were warned…They are doomed…And on Friday the 13th, nothing will save them.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hello, Friday, my old friend,

I’ve come to talk to you again,

In visions softly- Oh, wait, sorry, got caught up there for a second.

HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO, FRIDAY!

That better?

So, as I write this, I am strangely in one of the most productive writing times of my career. Seriously. I am averaging 5,000+ words a day without breaking a sweat. And the words are coming easy. EASY!

The difference? New genre. Actually, I’m not sure “genre” is the right word. It is interesting.

But, anyhoo, let’s get on with the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Frayed Laces
By
Jake Bible

The bleachers were empty; the crowd gone for hours. William sat alone, his hands folded in his lap, his breath mist upon the cold. With every exhalation he felt a little less himself; a little less there.

“She’ll come back,” Randall said as he sat down next to William. “Won’t she?”

William shook his head, looking at his muddy sneakers and frayed laces. He’d been meaning to get new laces every time he was at the store. He lifted his head up and looked at the October clouds float by the barely visible stars.

“No,” William finally replied. “She won’t.”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Angst! It smells like teen spirit.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta get up on the git down! It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

Are you ready for some Drabble? I SAID, ARE YOU READY FOR SOME DRABBLE?

I know you are!

So let’s get to it!

Enjoy!

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Stuck
By
Jake Bible

Musty, slimy algae filled his nostrils and Carlos struggled not to snort the goo and choke to death. He was upside down; still seatbelted into the driver seat. He fumbled at the latch, but his hands wouldn’t obey. He tried to kick himself free, but his legs wouldn’t obey.

Nothing below his neck would obey.

“HELP!” he screamed as he watched the swamp water start to rise. The car was sinking and he couldn’t do a thing about it. He was completely, 100% stuck.

His last thought was what would people think when they found the body in the trunk.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Swamps, man. Swamps.

Friday Night Drabble Party and The Funky Werepig

Hello!

It’s time for another Friday Night Drabble Party! The Party where you get free -YES, FREE!- 100 word fiction!

And that’s not all there is tonight! In about two hours (9pm eastern time) I’ll be on The Funky Werepig! Mr. Gregory Hall will interview the shit out of me! Not literally. Gross. So tune in at 9pm for The Funky Werepig and all the shenanigans that will ensue! Click here for info and links! CLICK HERE! Then come on back and read ya some drabbly goodness!

Now, on to the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Blue Lightning
By
Jake Bible

“More!” the doctor screamed. “I need more power!”

“I’ve given it all there is, Master!” Iggy yelled from his perch amid a thousand switches and transformers, all arcing blue lightning from coil to coil. “We’re at full power!”

“Damn him!” the doctor swore. “He’s sucking it up like Kool-Aid! The abomination won’t die!”

“Don’t you want him to live, Master?” Iggy asked, licking his fingers after a nasty shock.

“No!” the doctor replied. “Then he’ll be free to think on his own!”

“And we can’t have that,” I grinned as I finally broke loose. “No, can’t have that at all.”

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: It’s alive!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

No extras tonight! Just The Party!

Enjoy!

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Never Stopped.
By
Jake Bible

The whip sang in his hand; snapping, cracking at his will. Those that stood opposed fell. They fell hard, lashed and gashed.

But there were so many.

He spun like a whirling dervish; his mind filled with prayers of any kind and religion as his fatigued eyes beheld the mob about him. He was good; great, amazing even. But the numbers didn’t lie.

But no matter the amount of prayers, he couldn’t change reality. His arms were getting tired, his legs cramping. Sweat poured into his eyes, his body nearly blinding him with stinging betrayal.

But he never stopped. Never.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Whip it. Whip it good.

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