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Executioner’s Weekend
June 19, 2008 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Sci-Fi, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Gallows, Humor, Killer, Philosophy, Sci-Fi | by davidbdale | 4 comments
If paper targets came to life just once, I’d never return to the range—I might set down my weapon forever—but while they’re silhouettes of simple black on simple white, I’ll shoot until the world is out of ammo, and surprisingly the opposite doesn’t spook me: Read the rest of this entry »
Weekday Executioner
June 16, 2008 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Killer, Philosophy, Sci-Fi | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Nobody has ever asked me to find anybody they didn’t want me to kill. I don’t mean to complain. Unlike others in our group, I have a clear objective, but it’s not the way I’d like to be defined, as a killer per se, Read the rest of this entry »
Christmas Goose
December 23, 2007 in 299 Words, Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Holiday, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence | Tags: Butcher, Food, Holiday, Killer, Knife | by davidbdale | 6 comments
How you begin is who you are. Only a killer can do it alone; for others, whether you slice, chop or do field surgery, have someone reliable hold the bird by the wings at the shoulders. Read the rest of this entry »
Truth at War
October 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Journalism, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, War, Writing | Tags: Hostility, Journalism, Killer, Truth, War, Work | by davidbdale | 11 comments
He says he has to release the tape in service to the truth. I think he means The Truth, but the truth is the story’s not his to tell. He’s embedded with us again, running tape while we clear this mosque again of insurgents and search it again for weapons. Read the rest of this entry »
Killer Ending
November 24, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Brother, Death, Grave, Horror, Kill, Killer, Murder, Mystery, Novel, Sibling, Violence | by davidbdale | 16 comments
If ghosts could kill themselves, they would. I have it on good authority. They long to be here or there. Neither body nor yet pure light, they are shadows on the houses they lived in. Read the rest of this entry »
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