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The Other Way Around
July 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Anxiety, Business, Cynic, Disorder, Dystopia, Monologue | by davidbdale | 3 comments
Read aloud quickly, starting now, repeat if necessary. I drive a Vitamin|Energy truck. It’s one of those drinks that looks like a prescription. You’re not supposed to care how it tastes, which is lucky; it tastes like kids’ cough syrup, only blue. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s for You
May 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Life, Short stories, Technology, Very Short Novels | Tags: Dystopia, Eerie, Mother, Pain, Technology, Threat | by davidbdale | 6 comments
I picked up the phone and Mom was on the line. Mom! Dear Mom! On the phone! Well! What do you know! I heard the fake smile in her voice. She hadn’t dialed and I hadn’t dialed. Our phones had both rung and we had both answered: the network was trying something new. Read the rest of this entry »
Change of Trains
January 29, 2008 in 299 Words, Escape, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Technology, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Apocalypse, Danger, Dystopia, Infection, Madness, Monologue, Mystery, Sci-Fi, Sickness, Terror, Threat | by davidbdale | 4 comments
It so happens I’m sick of being a man if this is what it means. I won’t be home today or at the office either. I’ve been summoned and nothing else matters. Permit me to narrate. Read the rest of this entry »
Tan Machines
December 29, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Robot, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Danger, Dystopia, Eye Contact, Mystery, Sci-Fi | by davidbdale | 4 comments
They dance at parties now who only ten years ago moved like tan machines or seated at desks impersonated receptionists or standing stiffly with legs spread functioned as security guards. Read the rest of this entry »
Commencement Speech
July 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Advice, Apocalypse, Dystopia, Performance, Speech | by davidbdale | 11 comments
I look out over these rows of eager faces turned toward me with self-assurance, not one brow wrinkled, eyes bright with confidence in the rosy dawn of tomorrow’s inexhaustible sun and it reminds me of a joke. Read the rest of this entry »
Where to Put Dad
February 17, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Aging, Debility, Dystopia, Satire | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Mister Oldman is a sweet old man and a sweet old man shall I be, when my business is done and my children don’t come and my needs are as simple as these. Something new is among us now, ladies and gentlemen, the aged. Read the rest of this entry »
Our Compass
January 27, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Flash Fiction, language, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Dystopia, Fear, Love, Mercy, Survival | by davidbdale | 5 comments
Three directions you must know: Out, Too Deep, and the slightly curved Goodness that extends forever and gives our lives meaning. Out is the direction of peril and food. Too Deep is oblivion. Some can be brought back from the deep, but they come back as food. Read the rest of this entry »
Eat the Air
October 24, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Book, Dystopia, History, Holocaust, Memory, Rabbi, Song, War | by davidbdale | 6 comments
The rabbi is on radio, telling the story every generation tells about itself. It was war, he says, and the papers didn’t reach our little town. Read the rest of this entry »
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