You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘Justice’ tag.
Tag Archive
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 »
Too Like Truth
March 16, 2009 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Race, Short stories, Society, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Business, Crime, Guilt, Justice, Regret, Suspicion, Theft | by davidbdale | 14 comments
The kid who glared across my desk at me had stolen our petty cash. We’d trusted him with a job and with proximity and access or acted as if we had. 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 »
The Dive
January 4, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Suicide, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Accident, Crime, Epiphany, Guilt, Justice, Performance | by davidbdale | 8 comments
It was an admirable dive, technically haphazard but stylish like good slam verse, and confident despite daunting conditions, including absence-of-pool. The diver launched from his start point at the concrete median was not in diver’s trim. Read the rest of this entry »
Very Short Novels 
Recent Comments