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An Offering
October 12, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Confession, Crime, Death, Dialogue, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Murder, novels, Parent, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Bible, Child, Crime, Dialogue, Murder, Parent, Play, Religion, Sacrifice, Son, Violence | by davidbdale | 7 comments
—Nevertheless you did kill him?
—I was present at his death.
—Present with a knife.
—Mine was not the only hand on that knife.
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Blood Feud
December 27, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Culture, Destiny, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Justice, Murder, Prison, Short stories, Uncategorized, Vengeance, Very Short Novels | by davidbdale | 6 comments
I will never be friends with Besmir Hoxha, but he didn’t let the baby die, so I cannot expect my children to hate his children. Read the rest of this entry »
Good Girls
February 11, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Murder, Politics, Religion, Short stories, Suicide bomb, Terrorism, Uncategorized, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Girl, Murder, Politics, Terrorism, Vengeance, War | by davidbdale | 10 comments
We all know the good girls and the men they travel with. I saw them this morning at the pet market and didn’t think anything of it. They were receiving instruction, yes, that is often the case; it is an education for them to be among people. Read the rest of this entry »
Interrogation A
June 30, 2007 in 299 Words, Confession, Crime, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Murder, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Betrayal, Child, Confess, Crime, Father, Murder | by davidbdale | 7 comments
The light is good in Interrogation A. Not so bright I can’t think. And it doesn’t buzz like those godawful fluorescents in B that made it so hard to remember the truth. I’ve been here since yesterday. They’re starting to like me. Read the rest of this entry »
Room Fourteen
June 28, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Murder, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Business, Horror, Satire | by davidbdale | 13 comments
Tonight we’ll murder someone in Room 14. It’s a little game we play to keep ourselves amused on slow weekends. There have been too many slow weekends and our bed-and-breakfast needs a boost we can’t get from pumpkin festivals and cut flowers. Read the rest of this entry »
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