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July 12, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Death, Love, Mercy, Pain, Peace, Pity, Work | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I’m a matter-of-fact girl in a clerical collar with a few things of value to share. One, it’s good to share. Two, everybody has value. I can’t explain death or the consequences it casts backward into our lives or forward onto our survivors but I’ve measured some of those shadows where I live. Read the rest of this entry »
April 10, 2008 in 299 Words, Death, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Life, Short stories, Stories, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Car, Death, Drinking, Grave, Loss, Memento, Mystery | by davidbdale | 7 comments
This godforsaken gravel shoulder is as good a place—as bad a place—as any to have made your peace with life and dying. Still, you probably objected. Not here, you said, by which you meant, Not yet. Read the rest of this entry »
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Very Short Novels
Thank you so much, anhinga, but I wouldn't want to try it without the other 199. —David
Why, thank you, brother. It's wonderful to see you here. :) —David
All you need is 100 words to make an emotional impact. Touching.
Brilliant, brother. Just simply brilliant.
This Very Short Novel has a strong resemblance to Simple Lessons of War from almost 20 years ago, but is…