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Friday Night Drabble Party!

We made it through another week, people! ANOTHER WEEK!

I am so proud of each and every one of you. Seriously. I wasn’t sure you’d all be here at the end, but look at y’all… So much pride…

Okay, enough of the mushy stuff.

How about you have a look at this? BAM! Click that pic and go get ya some Galactic Vice!

Oh, and do me a favor, will ya? Sign up for the newsletter. You get the Friday Night Drabble Party delivered to your inbox before the rest of the world gets to read the 100 words of awesome! Click the pic!

Now, on with the drabble!



Funny Story
Jake Bible


“Yes, M’Lord?”

“Why is there a grashbal in my court?”

“Oh, yes, funny story, M’Lord. You see–.”

“Is it a long story, Bumbletubs?”

“Not particularly, M’Lord.”

“Not particularly…? By what metric are you judging the length of this explanation?”

“Shorter than our current conversation, M’Lord.”



“Get on with it, Bumbletubs.”

“With enthusiasm, M’Lord.”

“But not too much enthusiasm, Bumbletubs. I am developing a migraine and you know how enthusiasm exacerbates my condition.”

“Yes, M’Lord, I shall mute my enthusiasm to an appropriate level.”

“I appreciate that, Bumbletubs. You were saying about the grashbal…?”

“Ah, yes, funny story that, M’lord…”



Disclaimer: Bumbletubs…?

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Sup, y’all!

Time for some more Drabbletastic goodness!

Before you dive into the 100 words, how about you dive into Agent Prime? Click that pic and go get ya some scifi spy action/adventure awesomeness!

Now, on with the Drabble!



Jake Bible

Gray tossed the book into the drawer and shoved it closed. As he moved away from the bedside table, he scratched at a patch of dry skin on his leathery cheek and surveyed the motel room.

There was a knock at the door. “Housekeeping.”

Gray opened the door.

“The human that occupied this room. Where did he go?” Gray asked as the woman stared up at him.

The woman screamed and ran. Gray watched her go, annoyed. Humans…

Then the black sedans arrived in the parking lot. He shook his bulbous head and sighed.

Always with the black sedans. Humans…



Disclaimer: Humans…

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Let’s all say hello to another Friday!

“Hello, another Friday!”

Hey, before we dive into the 100 words, how about you take a look at something brand spanking new! (Not sure why we say “spanking” new. Weird…)

It’s Agent Prime!

Denman Sno is Agent Prime!

The best of the Fleet Intelligence Service’s elite Special Service Division, Denman Sno will need to use all of his skills and resources to stop the galaxy from plunging into another War with the alien menace known as the Skrang Alliance.

Sno’s assignment: protect and deliver Pol Hammon, the galaxy’s greatest dark tech hacker, to Galactic Fleet headquarters.

Hammon is in possession of new technology that can and will change the landscape of galactic life. The Galactic Fleet will do anything to keep that technology out of the hands of the Skrang Alliance even it it means sacrificing their best agent.

Even if it means sacrificing Agent Prime!

Murder. Espionage. Romance. Treachery. Greed.

Agent Prime is prepared for it all!


Yeah, you wanna read that, don’t ya? YOU DO! Click away!

Now, on with the drabble!



Jake Bible

The spokes of the bicycle wheel were swirling curlycues of blood; completely mesmerizing.

Bobby turned his head and looked at the bike. He’d built it from parts with his own hands. No help from his father, no help from his friends. Piece by piece, he’d bolted that bike together.

He was enraged that it would turn on him like it had.

Picking himself up, Bobby limped to the bike, pulled his .45, and shot it. It had betrayed him, but he wasn’t going to let it suffer. He wasn’t cruel like his father.

“Time for a new bike,” Bobby said.



Disclaimer: Gotta watch them two-wheelers, am I right?


Friday Night Drabble Party!


Another Friday is here so that means it’s time for more Drabble greatness! Huzzah!

Before we dive into the free micro-fiction, how about you check out what’s below. Click one of the pics to be transported to greatness!

There’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia!




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And Galactic Vice is always ready to party!









Now, on with the drabble!



Impossible Body
Jake Bible

“Of all the specimens I’ve collected, this one is my favorite,” Mr. Rege stated as he gestured towards the display case. “As you can see, it is perfectly preserved. Until this find, only partial examples were ever found.”

Morgan stared at the multi-limbed…thing. It was suspended in the display case by thick wires, its impossible body hung for all to see.

Then it twitched.

“Uh…Mr. Rege?” Morgan said, tapping him on the shoulder as the man continued to address the other guests. “It moved.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Rege said as the display case shattered into a thousand pieces.



Disclaimer: Don’t tap on the glass!

Writing In Suburbia #60: The One Where I Interview Myself! And Fail Hard…

Welcome back, y’all!

It’s time for episode #60! Woo hoo!

In this episode, I attempt to interview myself. No, seriously. It’s all part of a new segment I’ll be including in Writing In Suburbia twice a month. I’ll be interviewing writers and asking them two questions: Why do you write? and, What was, or still is, the hardest part about being a writer?

I’ve already got some great interviews recorded.

But I thought it would be fun to break y’all in with an interview of myself. Fun? Sure. Funny? Yeah, I crack myself up.

So, have a listen and enjoy!


Show notes-

Books mentioned:

Galactic Vice by Jake Bible

Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License





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