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Love is Like
January 10, 2009 in 299 Words, Arson, Destiny, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Love, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Arson, Farce, Fire, House, Satire, Suburbs | by davidbdale | 4 comments
The light I saw flickering in my wife’s eyes as we sat at the little table we use for dinners that don’t involve watching reruns and the radiant golds that shimmered behind her, framing the face I love best after my own, Read the rest of this entry »
Sustainability
March 10, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Entertainment, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Health, Humor, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Sustainability, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Food, Irony, Satire, Waste, World | by davidbdale | 9 comments
We bought the farm, not to grow anything, but because it came with so much food. The farmer had died without a will and let it go for taxes, complete with furniture and cars, and in the barn some big machines we siphoned of their gas to joyride down the country lanes. Read the rest of this entry »
Beautiful Checks
January 4, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Money, novels, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Anarchy, Beauty, Business, Humor, Money, Satire | by davidbdale | 12 comments
I work hard on my checks to the phone company, the utilities, the landlord and those irresponsibly naïve organizations that have entrusted me with credit. God bless their mortal souls. My checks are late and never for the recommended amount but they are works of art. Read the rest of this entry »
Thanksgiving
November 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fable, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Family, Fantasy, Food, Holiday, Horror, Satire | by davidbdale | 15 comments
She was our youngest and tender-hearted (tender, in fact, throughout) and therefore hard to eat. All through the lengthening day, the aroma tempted us to open the oven and peek, to pluck at the crisping skin, to let just a bit of her escape. 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 »
Our Baby Boom
May 7, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baby, Ethics, Satire | by davidbdale | 4 comments
We’re having a lot of babies, not more than we can handle, but still, many, many babies. Last week we had six. Tuesday alone, we had three more babies. Read the rest of this entry »
The Buddy Conundrum
April 18, 2007 in 299 Words, Dog, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Politics, Sci-Fi, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, War, Writing | Tags: Animal, Dog, Fear, Marriage, Mystery, Satire, Sci-Fi, Violence | by davidbdale | 5 comments
In later stages of the experiment, there was little to distinguish the personalities of man and dog, wolf and wolfman, shark and man. Read the rest of this entry »
Spread Dead Fred
April 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Humor, News, Politics, Satire | by davidbdale | 6 comments
VERMONT, 1998—Fred Tuttle, 79, Republican candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives, wants you to vote for the other guy. Read the rest of this entry »
Funny Pink Animals
March 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Beast, Beauty, Comedy, Cry, Eye Contact, Fantasy, Human, Laugh, Love, Mercy, Romance, Satire, Sex | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Let’s all have a laugh at humanity, while we still have a sense of humor about us. It’s getting dark out there, my friends, where we make what we call our livings, but here in the room, where our private movies are staged and we are stars, 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 »
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