Microfiction
She Stole
The frantic slapping of bare feet echoed in short bursts throughout the polished stone halls. Behind each pillar she stopped, waited, listened and looked to ensure absolute safety before the next sprint. A few times along her practiced route, she ducked into an alcove or behind a curtain. Counting the seconds as guards passed, sometimes inches from her tightly held breath, she willed her sweat to slow. Even in her cleanest rags, the smell of a servant could give her away.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
Hell and Heaven Bent
First I stole the past. I rappelled down the crystalline crevasse of history to bring every loved thing back to me. Memories thin as obsidian blade accumulated, annealed into jade-like stone ridges. Stratas of eons under my digits fractured as hooks laid their fullerine teeth.
By Sam Gilbertson3 years ago in Fiction
Blockchain
Major mistrust means escrow, that's me. Many can plan a blockchain crypto heist, but how to split the proceeds? A and B rob C, then A robs B? No, so A, B, and C, rob D, money goes to escrow (me), A, B, and C assign armed guards to me in person, and I split up the proceeds, taking a reasonable cut for me. I'm held hostage until they get their money. I'm known. It's a good living. I make the blockchain to receive the heist. They give me blockchains to their own accounts. I'm in my office, three goons with pieces watching me, my own goon watching them, and my finger's on the button, watching the clock for the microseconds when the crypto vault is open. Huge score. All of us on the call. Counting 4, 3, 2, BLACKOUT! "Damn! Missed it!" Struggle in the dark. Shouting on the call. Lights on again. Two goons knifed, dead. My shirt bloody. My guy holds a gun on the third man. Two men on the call collar their third man. "Instructions?" One answers, "Replay, retire." My man shoots. Call ends. Idiots. Earlier blockchain. Brazil. Maximum mistrust means my retirement, no replay.
By Paul A. Merkley3 years ago in Fiction
The Artist. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
Dublin wasn't the first place Leroy saw himself, but it's where he'd ended up. He may be in a new city, but no need to completely reinvent himself. No, he intended to remain the conman he'd always fancied himself to be. That's precisely why when the opportunity arose, he felt the compulsion to go for it.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Mercurial, at Best
The van hurtled through the sea of trees as the midday sun cast an eerie green glow from above. Felix, out of breath and exasperated looked over at one of her partners, Jim. He still had a look of incredulity. Jim smiled sheepishly at her and they both turn to face Dandy, the organizer of the heist.
By Brynn Kinard3 years ago in Fiction
Frisbee Folly
Back and forth. Back and forth. The yellow disc soared, wobbling across the sky, taunting me as I sat patiently next to the park bench. Josh's mumbling filled my ears, but my focus remained on the yellow disc. Every time the disc flew above the grass, I received a pleasant whiff of excitement. I held my nose high in the air, catching all of the scents as they drifted by.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
