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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Here we are again, folks! Another Friday, another Party, another Drabble!

Huzzah to the hu and the zzah!

Hey, see that mock cover to the right? The one that says Natural Born Cyborgs? Have a click and pre-order that puppy! I’ve been working on the outline and story and soon there will be some updates for y’all! But be sure and get in early.

Now to the drabble!



In A Flash
Jake Bible

“It steals your soul,” whispered Alyse. “That’s what my priest says.”

“That’s crazy,” Wilma said from the corner of her mouth, trying to hold her smile. “Now shush.”

“But what if it does?” Alyse asked.

“Please don’t move or talk,” the man behind the large box said. “It will ruin the photograph.”

“Hush,” Wilma warned. “Be still.”

The flash was almost painful and Alyse shook her head while blinking her eyes repeatedly.

“Is that all?” Wilma asked. “When can we pick it up?”

“Give me three days,” the photographer said.

“Do we pay now?” Wilma asked.

The photographer just smiled.



Disclaimer: At no point am I saying Glamor Shots will steal your soul. But I’m also not saying it won’t. Just saying.

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!



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.



Disclaimer: Swamps, man. Swamps.

Friday Night Drabble Party and The Funky Werepig


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!



Blue Lightning
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.”



Disclaimer: It’s alive!

Works In Progress

I used Grammarly to grammar check this post because well, let’s face it folks, I have the proofreading skills of a blind second grader. Not that I have anything against blind second graders. I don’t. They actually could be respectful proofreaders. I mean, maybe it’s easier to edit using Braille, how do I know? Ok, I’ll stop now. I probably have a thousand pissed off blind second graders obliterating me on Reddit. But why would second graders be on Reddit? That’s just bad parenting! I can now blame their parents for my poor proofreading skills. What? Oh, right, I’ll stop…

So, as you can see above, this blog post has a sponsor. Check out Grammarly when you get a chance. I’ll be playing with the free trial and see how it works. Why am I doing this? Well, because, as the title of this post says, I have works in progress.

First off, I have a couple episodes of Big Box Blood Bath that I need to proof before I start releasing that as a serial. Will I have them professionally edited? No. WHAT? I know, I know, bad form for self-publishing. But, hey, it’s a serial. I will use Grammarly to proofread after I do my just a step above a blind second grader run through. But the episodes are short enough that I am confident in my line editing skills. And the tone and voice of the story is free flowing, so I think I’d just confuse an editor. I know, it’s a bold choice that could blow up in my face. But, and here is the big reason, editing costs $$$. Serious $$$. And I do not have serious $$$. I have serious amounts of *%#@, but not $$$.

Them’s is the facts. Dollars be tight for this writer.

Which brings me to another work in progress: Natural Born Cyborgs. Not sure what that is? Have a read here. To start, I am pretty sure that the name of the novel will change, so let’s call Natural Born Cyborgs a working title. Nothing wrong with that. As of today the project is between 15%-20% funded. It’s a little disappointing, but that’s life. It is Summer and people are vacationing and spending their hard earned dollars on things like gas. And gas. And gas. Maybe come Fall time, when they are back in the usual routine, and not spending all their money on gas so they can see the World’s Largest Ball of Rubber Cement Boogers, more funding will come in. Maybe not.

I’m in no hurry. But, let me say this, I do have some seriously amazing notes on this novel. When I mention in the description that this will introduce the world to MechPunk, I mean it. Seriously. When I’m done with this thing, mechs will be the new zombies. Despite Pacific Rim bombing at the US box office. This shit is gonna rock! So, folks, the sooner it gets funded the sooner I start writing. Because until I have the $$$ to publish the novel correctly (that DOES mean editing, proofreading, cover design, etc) then it stays a work in progress.

Ok, then what am I doing now? Well, I am working on a manuscript I had set aside. In fact, I had set three different versions aside. I’m not going to say what it is except it could be classified as “Urban Fantasy”. But fuck that classification. This novel is not about vampires kissing werewolves and having little chupacabra babies. No fucking way. This novel is noirish and profane. Like really profane. I ain’t fucking you sideways when I say the profanity levels in this novel have hit eleven. Hell, the profanity has fucked eleven and left it on the doorstep without cab fare. That’s profane. And I’m having a blast writing it. Want a taste? If enough people ask, in the comments below, then I’ll post an excerpt.

Then what? Well, I have gotten terrific feedback on the script of the first issue of the DEAD MECH comic book. I’m making some tweaks and then will start on the next few issues. After that? I hunt down an artist, tranquilize them, put them in a small room with a bag of dry Quinoa and a chamber pot and put them to work! From what I hear it’s better accommodations than DC offers. ZINGER!

Oh, and if you are a comic book artist (rookies welcome) then give me a shout. Let’s see what we can work out.

Speaking of DEAD MECH, have you seen the re-release by Severed Press? No? Then have a peek here. The rest of the Apex Trilogy will be out shortly. Want to see mock-ups of the covers? Comments, people, comments. Participation is a two way street.

Is that all for works in progress? Hardly. I have tons more going on, but none of it solid enough to post about. Don’t worry, I’ll give you the scoop of poop later. YOU SHALL BE INFORMED! Sorry I yelled. Coffee just kicked in.

Have questions? Thoughts? Recipes for kickass opossum fajitas? Then comment away below! Looking forward to hearing your thoughts!

PS- I ran this post through Grammarly and apparently I have the grammar skills of leftover opossum fajitas. Who knew?

Friday Night Drabble Party!

And the Drabble Party is back! Had to take a week off last week due to family visit, but tonight you get your free 100 word fix!

And that’s not all! After the drabble is Team Long Shot’s 48 Hour Film Project “Not Again”. We won Audience Award- Group A and also Best Editing. Huzzah! It was a blast and a HUGE thank you to all of our supporters!



Fighting The Future Ignorance
Jake Bible

Gagging, drowning, feeling the weight of the world as the jet of water streams up his nose, pounding his sinuses, choking his throat. He spins about and ducks his head, but is met with the end of a nightclub, nightstick, billyclub, baton, violence in a wicked grip.

He doesn’t give up; none of them do. They fight on, moving forward, moving to truth, moving to reality that is only a few concrete steps away.

The child, the children, cry out as the beatings continue; the water hoses continue; the mad dogs attack; they don’t stop.

The library is so close.


And now….

Disclaimer:  I make no claims. Deal.

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