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The Rest of the Story
February 27, 2010 in 299 Words, Confession, Crime, Death, Drug Abuse, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Illness, Literature, novels, Prison, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: aphrodisiac | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Grammar and my own impatience landed me in jail. If I had only turned the page, I would have seen my healthy ex-fiancee smiling for the camera on the day of her promotion, very much alive in the finance section. Read the rest of this entry »
Life Plus a Day
March 29, 2009 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Justice, Life, Monologue, novels, Prison, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Crime, Guilt, Irony, Justice, Philosophy, Prison, Theft | by davidbdale | 13 comments
I stole a brick from my neighbor’s house. With ease he had me convicted of stealing the whole thing, all three stories and the land it gouged, and rightly. We understand there is no difference. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
Executioner’s Apprentice
December 17, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Justice, Occupation, Prison, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I never talk about my job but, since you asked, I’d like some extra copies of the paper for my church. So. By the time I arrive, the prisoner is strapped to this crucifixion table here, Read the rest of this entry »
The Purpose
March 16, 2008 in 299 Words, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Monologue, Prison, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Crime, Justice, Mercy, Monologue, Prison | by davidbdale | 5 comments
I turned thirty in here, I turned forty in here, now I’m fifty and there’s very little chance you’ll let me out, I know that. What purpose does this serve? At least I’m not at large in the world, I guess you’d say. You should only know what’s at large in the world. Read the rest of this entry »
Confinement
January 9, 2008 in 299 Words, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Mandela, novels, Politics, Prison, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Contempt, Justice, Mercy, Politics, Prison, Race | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Just as the rich man has nothing and no man who has never lived in prison can be free, my jailers were wrong to promise me solitary when the fertile air all around must vibrate with songs Read the rest of this entry »
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