In this 300-word paper, I will prove that the world exists, beyond a reasonable doubt, as I was assigned. 277 words to go. First premise: as everybody I know will tell you, I am to blame for everything. My survey techniques are not scientific, but the results are unanimous; beyond a doubt, then, I am to blame. Second premise: if the world doesn’t exist, it can’t affect anything and nothing can afflict it, so evidence that someone had beset the world or that the world had excruciated someone would be evidence of the world. Third premise: every lousy thing I’ve done has beleaguered the world, proving the world exists, or has beleaguered nothing, proving nothing. Oh, and every noble thing, too. Things I had good intentions to do and never got around to belong to the null set, if I understand the null set. Ergo, ergo nothing. 152 hollow words to go. My proofs are as phony as my denials. I say I wasn’t there but I was there if the world exists. I say I wasn’t impaired but I never explain how that could be. I say someone else called Dad to come get me, the cops might have called him, but I know who called. They’d smudged my fingers and mug-shotted me. They’d taken away my car. Dad tossed me the keys to his when we left the station. I knew that meant he’d been heavily drinking. I never got around to telling him what I’d been heavily doing. Ergo. For the second time that night, I took the wheel of something that could clobber the world, then drove us both at breathtaking speed and with evident purpose directly to the scene of a horrible accident only I survived. How about that? I did it in 299.
Copyright © October 05, 2007 David Hodges
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October 6, 2007 at 12:43 pm
briseis
I love it! Spunky and tragic at the same time – how do you do it?
Beats me, Briseis, but thank you.
–David
October 6, 2007 at 1:31 pm
pmousse
Another amazing one. So good at finding a new voice with every novel. This one was so very sad, so full of self-loathing.
Thanks, pmousse! I’m glad you’ve sampled so many.
–David
October 7, 2007 at 10:58 am
litlove
What I particularly love about this one is the way that the narrator’s lashing negativity gets bound up with and bound into the 299-word limit. That theme of juxtaposing unboundaried distress with logical and mathematical constraint is excellently done. But oh boy does your narrator need a hug.
Does he ever! Thank you, Litlove. Your comments always feel like an embrace.
–David
October 8, 2007 at 9:20 am
Manic
Poor sucker. Nicely done as always.
Thanks, Manic!
–David
October 8, 2007 at 12:41 pm
Wizzer
Now, that’s very different David – still never guessed where it was leading from the opening line. Keeping your readers on their toes as usual. Love the use of 300 word requirement – very clever.
Thanks Wizzer. I must admit, I wasn’t sure, either, where it was headed when I started.
–David
October 9, 2007 at 9:59 am
Virgilius Sade
Tense! and I thought I was bad in my anger 😛
Oh, I hope you don’t have what this guy’s got, Virgilius.
–David
October 9, 2007 at 9:26 pm
grantman
okay… I’m there its ’68 and I’m walking a long dirt road back to the dorm because the beer won and the car lost…yeah I’m there, but Dad was nowhere to be found.. Yeah I’m there. A long walk home never again on this one…
grantman
Glad for you you didn’t have a passenger, grantman!
–David
October 10, 2007 at 4:58 pm
Jason P.
Like the idea and the flow of it. You get down to business as a writer, you have to, and that makes it a good read.
I give you a 9 out of 10. Next week: The Pasadoble of literature.
That would require a dance partner, surely. Anyway, thanks for the 90, and welcome to Very Short Novels, Jason.
–David
October 19, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Ed Hardy, Jr.
Very nice, David. As usual, you pull the rug out from under our expectations and give us something much more rewarding. For the first half I was all, “Whoo-hoo! Go self-referentiality!” And for the second I was more, “…holy shit.”