Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    The Party is back in full swing, y’all! So grab yourself a tasty Friday Night beverage and get ready for some serious 100 word action!

    Okay, well, maybe not too serious…

    But! Before we get into the drabble, how’s about we talk about Natural Born Cyborgs? I know ya wanna!

    The votes have been tallied and Natural Born Cyborgs is the novel you folks want me to write next. I am pretty stoked about it and have already started getting notes in order to build this new world that rose from the ashes of the Apex Trilogy. Gonna be fun!

    Don’t know what I am talking about? Then click right…HERE!

    Pretty cool, eh?

    So, on to the drabble then! And don’t forget that– Whoa, hold on! I almost forgot to talk about the runner up in the voting. The mighty Big Box Blood Bath! BBBB got half the votes that NBC got, but it did have a rabid following cheering it on. And it’s a pretty cool story! Which is why I believe I will turn it into a serial!

    Yes, you heard me, a serial!!! I added a couple exclamation points for emphasis. I plan on pitching to Amazon to see if it can be a Kindle Serial, but even if they don’t pick it up I’m going to move forward. There are pluses and minuses to both ways. I will keep you all posted!

    So, in addition to any continuations of tonight’s drabble, feel free to give me your thoughts on BBBB as a serialized story down in the comments section. You know how I love input! And exclamation points! !!!

    Enjoy!

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    All Have Our Place
    By
    Jake Bible

    The manacles weren’t too tight or too loose, but just right.

    “Are you going to eat your gruel?” Stu asked the other prisoner, watching the maggot filled mush with greedy eyes. “I do love Thursday’s gruel. Just a hint of rancidity, but not quite fully off yet. Not like Sunday’s.”

    The other prisoner didn’t respond.

    “Right then… Never mind,” Stu sulked. “Keep it. I don’t care.”

    They were silent for a minute then…

    “I don’t really miss the sun,” Stu offered. “Or the wind. I like it here. You?”

    “Shut it,” the man croaked.

    “Right… Sorry… So… About that gruel…”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: No maggots were harmed in the making of this drabble.

  • The Next Way To Publish- We Have A Winner!

    Ok, the votes are in and they have been calculated, tabulated, added up, jotted down, and set aside. And I’ll admit it wasn’t a huge contest. At one point there I thought the winner might have a fight on its hands, but it pulled away in just a couple days of voting.

    The winner? The novel that I will right next? Natural Born Cyborgs!

    For those of you not familiar with what this novel will be about, here is a quick description:

    Natural Born Cyborgs–
    The techno-virus used by the Three hundreds of years ago has mutated and combined with BC (biochrome) to create a generation of natural born cyborgs- part biorganic metal, part human. Society decides these Splicers, as they are called, are too dangerous to let live and rounds them up for extermination. Those not found must hide their true natures and fight for their lives. And the lives of those yet born.
    Set in the same universe as DEAD MECH, but hundreds of years after the events in the Apex Trilogy, Natural Born Cyborgs is the first in the Splicer Wars series of novels that introduce the world to the new MechPunk style of science fiction- raw, unrelenting, brutal, and shiny.

    Sounds pretty good, eh? I think so. I can’t wait to write this puppy!

    Now, since we have the decision made I better explain how the rest of this will work. And don’t worry, I’ll explain again once I put the pre-order button up.

    This is how it will go:

    I am going to put up a pre-order page where folks can pre-order the project package.

    The project package will consist of: a limited edition, signed and numbered, hardcover of the novel. Both epub and mobi formats (signed also) of the ebook edition. The audiobook version of the novel.

    Cost will be: $50 per package for US customers, $75 for international (sorry about the high international price, but have you seen shipping costs lately? Sheesh!)

    Once I have enough pre-orders to fund the project I will start writing the novel. At this time it looks like I will need $2000. I know I had said $1600 in earlier posts (with disclaimers!), but I have had to come to the reality that if I want this to be a 100% professional quality project then I will have to spend the dollars on it. The money goes to formatting, editing, proofreading, hardcover cover design, ebook cover design, etc. Some of you know just how expensive that stuff is. Trust me, there is no profit margin here. All of this money goes to costs of production.

    Once I have finished writing the novel, and it is back from the editor, formatter, cover designer, and ready to go then it will go to print. AS LONG AS there are at least 75 pre-orders in place. This is how many are needed to start a print run and be able to break even with printing costs, audiobook duplication costs, and shipping. Every pre-order after 75 means I will actually make a little scratch. Which would be nice.

    What’s the time frame, you ask? That’s up to y’all.

    What dictates the time frame of this project are the three following key components: how soon production funding is attained, how soon I get the novel written and produced, and how soon we hit 75 pre-orders. You folks control two of those three things. And as for writing, well I write fast. If everything goes smoothly then there should be a finished novel and audiobook ready to go in no more than six months. That means ready in time for the holidays! Huzzah!

    What will I be doing while the pre-orders add up? I’ll be world building. This novel takes place hundreds of years after DEAD MECH. The world has evolved. Times have changed. Civilization has made a comeback, for sure. But will this new landscape be better than the wasteland? Wouldn’t you like to know!

    So stay tuned, folks. In the next couple of days I’ll announce the start of the pre-order extravaganza! Pre-orderpalooza! South By SouthPre-order! Pre-orderCon! …and I’m done.

    The last thing I have to do is thank each and every person that voted. Your participation made this happen. And I am blown away by the amount of support. Thank you to everyone that retweeted, posted, wrote about, stood on their roof and shouted, fed Paul E. Cooley the blood of the wicked so he wouldn’t try to eat my soul —you know, all that good stuff.

    Thank you!

    Oh, and writers? I’ll be doing a post later in the week with some insights into the process so far. There were some interesting patterns that I observed. It’ll be cool to talk about.

    And that’s it for now. Cheers!

  • The Next Way To Publish- Time to vote on the TOP THREE!

    Welcome to the Top Three novel pitches! These novels fought their way through the first round of ten and have come out triumphant! But, as you know, THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

    So vote below and on Monday the 22nd of April I will announce the winner and that will be the novel I write next!

    But, before you vote, know this: I am letting people see the results as they happen this time. This way when you vote you will know what title is in the lead. Not the one you want? Then rally others to come and vote! Sway them towards your personal preference, make them see it your way, bring them into the light! In other words get your mom and cousin Nora to vote. It’s free.

    NOW VOTE!

    Natural Born Cyborgs–
    The techno-virus used by the Three hundreds of years ago has mutated and combined with BC (biochrome) to create a generation of natural born cyborgs- part biorganic metal, part human. Society decides these Splicers, as they are called, are too dangerous to let live and rounds them up for extermination. Those not found must hide their true natures and fight for their lives. And the lives of those yet born.
    Set in the same universe as DEAD MECH, but hundreds of years after the events in the Apex Trilogy, Natural Born Cyborgs is the first in the Splicer Wars series of novels that introduce the world to the new MechPunk style of science fiction- raw, unrelenting, brutal, and shiny.

    Big Box Blood Bath–
    The world outside BigMart is gone.
    No more.
    Adios.
    Kaput.
    Those left inside cannot leave.
    Ever.
    Naturally, real estate is divided and factions are formed upon the concrete and between the massive shelves of foodstuffs and durable goods.
    It’s men versus women, children versus the aged.
    And every aisle for itself!
    A gore-filled romp of Thunderdome meets The Mist all set in a Sam’s Club-style hell.

    PoDLanD–
    In The Retail States of America, the PoDs are everything. School, shopping, dining, and work are all done in the PoDs. Why go outside? Why ever leave a PoD? PoDs are life!
    But for Customer Service PoD Captain First Class Huxley Moore, the world tips upside down and Huxley finds himself, and his two other ComPoDres, flung out into the Wildz.
    Literally flung. Like their PoD was picked up and thrown out into the Wildz. Well, not really. More like a major system malfunction that activates their PoD’s escape protocols. Either way, not good.
    Now Huxley, and his ComPoDres, must drag their PoD through the Commune, the Coast, the Cascades, the Columbia, the Cartels, and the Capitol, in order to get back to the Customers they have sworn to protect and serve.
    Join Huxley in this science fiction satire as he fights his way back to his life in PoDLanD and discovers some truths along the way.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Ok, folks. It appears the Party consists of myself and Heyes. Not that that is a problem. The guy can write!

    So, if you think you can write (I call dibs on that as the next breakout reality show!) then get your wordy words down in the comments section tonight! DO IT!

    Enjoy!

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    Serial Rookie
    By
    Jake Bible

    “When it makes a promise it must keep the promise,” the man outside the cage insisted. “Or if it does not keep the promise then the promise it has been told will happen.”
    Carl just stood there, his hands on the iron bars, his eyebrows raised. “I have no idea what you are saying.”
    The man outside the cage sighed and then started again, but Carl quickly interrupted him. “No, I heard you. I just have no idea why you are saying that.”
    The man outside the cage looked at his notes. “OK, let’s try this. It puts the lotion…”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Oh, it will get the hose again…

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Another Friday be here, yes. Another party be in full swing, I say!

    This week I will do something different. It has been suggested that I post the Drabble in the body of the post instead of as a separate PDF. So I am going to give that a whirl tonight!

    Please let me know if this works better for y’all. I aim to please, ya know.

    This does mean that the comments section tonight is for comment on the new format AND so you can add your 100 words worth. You know how I like it when y’all play along. So far there’ve only been a couple of players with the Drabbles, but a small party is still a Party!

    Have a read below and if you are inspired to add to the story, take a related tangent, create something new that follows the spirit, what have you, then please do! It is a Party after all.

    Enjoy!

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    We Always Do

    By

    Jake Bible

    Of the Weeping Time we know. Of the Horror of Banford we know. Of the Call to All That Came Before we know.

    So I sit upon my chair –the hardbacked one with the spent spring in the seat- and stare at the Fog as it crawls from the harbor, up the street, through the alley, and to my window.

    Of the Fog we do not know. But we will learn.

    We always do.

    And those that remember, those that are left?

    We shall write about it; tell tales by firelight; sing sad ballads in the pub.

    We always do.

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    So what did you think of having those words right there in your face? I kinda like it. Let me know.

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Shhhhhh. The Fog can hear you…