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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Another Friday is upon us! Huzzah!

Y’all want some micro-fiction? I know you do! I’ll skip the promos this week. Hopefully, being the decent human beings that y’all are, you’ll click on one of the pics at the bottom of the page or perhaps check out the list of novels above. Because you are decent human beings. Decent. Human beings.

On with the Drabble!



I Got You
Jake Bible

He could feel the warmth leaving her body. He could feel her heartbeat slow and her breathing become laborious. He could feel her dying.

“Hold on,” he said. “Almost there. Only half a mile more.”

He adjusted her weight, careful not to exacerbate her wounds, shifting her body across his shoulders. He felt like his legs would give out, but he couldn’t let that happen. If he did, they’d both be dead in minutes.

“Hold on, girl,” he said. “I got you.”

She whined softly and licked his face then rested her head against his shoulder as he continued hiking.



Disclaimer: Decent. Human. Beings.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Friday!

Yes, it is time for another Drabble Party, but this week is kind of crazy and my brain is focused solely on finishing the next Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter novel. Gotta keep the word flow going, yo!

So, instead of 100 words of original fiction, I give you an 100 word excerpt from my latest release: Mech Corps. It just so happens that I was able to find exactly 100 words to use. That rarely happens, y’all. I hope you dig the excerpt and feel like picking up the novel. What’s it about? Check it out below!


The human race is about to be without a home, Earth having been turned into a toxic wasteland by decades of war and centuries of neglect.

Now united and desperate to put down new roots, humanity sets off across the galaxy. But, the galaxy isn’t as hospitable as people would like.

Humanity needs a miracle to survive against the first alien race they encounter. Good thing they have that miracle in the form of a team of 30-foot human-piloted battle robots known as the Mech Corps!







The massive xeno dodged each punch she threw, answering the attacks with whipcrack shots from its tentacles, knocking Roar off balance again and again.
“Chomps! Anyone! Can you read me?” Roar yelled into the comms. “Come in, goddammit!”
“Roar? Your signal is weak. What’s going on?” Chomps replied.
“In the shit!” Roar shouted. “In the shit!”
She cried out as pain shot from her left wrist up her arm. She looked down to see five tentacles wrapped about her mech’s wrist, all squeezing and twisting with enough force that the metal alloy was showing signs it was about to buckle.



Disclaimer: Don’t over think it, people. Go buy the novel!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Once again, the week ends and another Friday night is upon us! Let the games begin!

Okay, there aren’t any games. There are 100 words of awesome, though. You take what you can get in life, am I right?

Let’s get to those words now, shall we?



Leashes Required
Jake Bible

“Is it breathing?”

“How should I know? You ever seen anything like it before? I haven’t. Maybe it doesn’t breathe.”

“Everything breathes, man.”

“That so? It could be an alien. Aliens might not breathe. You don’t know shit about aliens.”

“I think it’s a dog.”

“Not a dog, dude.”

“Could be an alien dog.”

“Then it’s still not a dog, it’s just an alien.”

“An alien dog.”

“Not an alien dog!”

“Should I poke it? Maybe if I poke it, it’ll start breathing.”

“Or maybe it’ll bite your face off.”

“Aliens really need to start leashing their dogs.”

“Sweet Jesus…”



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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Hey, will ya look at that! Another free Drabble to be shoved through your eyeholes directly into your brainpan!

It must be Friday!

I hope you dig tonight’s micro-fiction. If you do then perhaps share with others. Nothing like free fiction on a Friday to kick the weekend off. Don’t be stingy! Let the glory of the Drabble Party be for all! Huzzah!

Anyhoo, I’ll let you get to the 100 words of awesome. If you feel like checking out any of my other works out then scroll to the bottom and give those pics a click. I’d appreciate it.



Three Were Left
Jake Bible

Three were left. They stood in a row, their bodies battered, their minds numb, their souls lost. Three were left.

One looked down at her right hand, barely seeing the bloody blade.

Two stared straight ahead, the memories of murder fading fast from her mind.

Three closed his eyes and hoped he’d be the last one. His lips moved in silent prayer.

Three were left.

They moved like lightning and struck twice as hard.

One’s blade bit. Two’s memories helped her none. Three’s prayers were almost answered.

The hands struck, the body crumpled.

Two were left.

But not for long.




Disclaimer: Free is good, but it don’t pay the bills.


Writing In Suburbia #52: Go Home, Excuses! You’re Drunk!

This week’s (month’s?) episode is all about how aspiring (hate that word) writers make excuses not to do the work. Which is total BS. I talk about how you have complete power and control over where, when, and how you write, so shut up with the excuses!

I also talk about my pending gallbladder surgery. Fun!






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