Friday Night Drabble Party!
"No Argument To Make"
Howdy, folks!
Glad you could join us once more for some FNDP fun.
And, speaking of FNDP fun, I am slowly but surely going back through my entire FNDP library and making sure the posts are tagged for “Friday Night Drabble Party” and also not set to “Paid”. Way back when I first started this Substack, I intended for my archive to be for paid subscribers only. But this is now an Always Free Substack, so that idea went out the window.
Except I forgot to switch everything to “Free”. And tags didn’t exist back then yet. It’s gonna be a lotta work, so be patient as the Friday Night Drabble Party category slowly populates with more and more drabbles.
Also, as you may know, I have been writing for Dr. No Sleep Studios for a while now and have amassed quite a library of short stories and novelettes. If y’all could do me a favor and Like and/or Comment on some of the videos, that’d be awesome. Just like with reviews on my books (do that too!), Likes and Comments on YouTube videos are what drive visibility on the platform. Or that’s what we are guessing happens. The algorithm is now AI-controlled, so who freaking knows, right?
Here’s one of my latest. Pop on over and give it a thumbs up and maybe say a couple of nice words. We’re using this video as a test to see if the theory holds up. Thanks, y’all!
Oh, and if you have been avoiding the YouTube videos and Spotify podcast because you prefer my stories in print form, well, you are in luck! Two volumes of my NoSleep shorts (with some SCP mixed in there) are available!
All the Monsters: Ten NoSleep Stories, Volume One.
They All Bleed: Ten NoSleep Stories, Volume Two.
Man, I am sure I have more news and stuff to tell you, but I think that’s it for now. I don’t want to overload you with too much Jake Bible awesome-sauce.
Time for the drabble!
Enjoy!
No Argument To Make
By
Jake Bible
The gangway tumbled from the side of the ship as the captain pushed the throttle to full.
“Captain! There were people on that!” the first mate, who had only taken up the position a day before, shouted.
“Those aren’t people, kid,” the captain said, his eyes on the narrow entrance to the harbor. “They stopped being people a while ago.”
The first mate didn’t argue simply because there was no argument to make.
The captain was right; they were no longer people.
“Where are we going, Captain?” the first mate asked quietly. “Where can we go?”
The captain only shrugged.