Microfiction
Diamond Pills
Tahlia Juanarez clocks into her shift at 5AM, the first thing she does? Walk into the vault to check on the diamonds that the bank is holding onto. The estimated total value of seven shiny rocks? $35,400,000. The repair man enters the room an hour after she arrives, he goes in and sets up his ladder to repair the overhead light, as he’s about to leave, he informs Juanarez that the security camera is damaged and will probably break down. He offers to fix it, she graciously accepts and with that, the security footage cuts out for the next ten minutes and Harold Sanchez, otherwise known as, “handyman harry,” sets a timer of five minutes to find the diamonds. Out of 250 metal boxes in one room, only one has what he’s searching for, except he doesn’t know which. He rushes to lock pick 15 locks and with two minutes to spare, he gets lucky. Grabbing a bottle of water, he prepares himself to swallow down 7 sharp, expensive, diamonds. He gets lucky again and doesn’t choke. As he walks out of the bank, he almost makes it before his luck runs out and he collapses due to kidney failure.
By Angelina B3 years ago in Fiction
Bank of America
It’s 12:02 in the morning when 4 people in clown masks holding assault rifles come waltzing into the bank of America like they own the place. In some ways, they did. The man behind the desk spots them, dropping his favourite mug filled with mediocre coffee onto the floor, shattering the glass. He moves to hit the panic button, but, it’s too late. The old man who he greeted before is grabbing his wrist and slipping a matching clown mask down to cover his face. “Get down,” is all he tells him, the kind tone from earlier gone as the front desk receptionist slowly sinks to the coffee covered floor with his hands raised. The four robbers join the older gentleman, tossing him a gun of his own before beginning to crunch down on the bank tellers. At 12:05, they have accumulated a grand total of $1,232,100. Three men control a select few bank tellers, rushing them to put more money into the bags while two women take the valuables of the patrons. When 12:12 hits, the bombs surrounding the building go off. And 5 politicians walk away with $5,000,000 in the cash, provided by their loyal citizens of course.
By Angelina B3 years ago in Fiction
Robbing the Underworld
One, two… Two men so similar in appearance, yet so different in every other way. One wasted away like one who died young, a life stolen by alcohol and apathy. The other, a shining example of morality. How I wished to change places with him, to rob him of the life I wanted! In an ironic twist, I got my wish.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
One last job...
"Okay, I understand the 'how,' Mr. Conrad, but I still don't understand the 'why'." Detective Carson paced the room as another man, handcuffed to the table, sat silent. "Well, isn't it obvious, Detective? It’s because I could. Your claim that the Crescent Jewel was theft-proof meant I had to try.” Carson scoffs. “For someone so smart, you are stupid. You must have known it was a setup. And yet, the FBI still managed to catch The world's greatest thief, Theodore Conrad”. “It’s Teddy, I don’t appreciate the tone”. “My apologies, Teddy”. Teddy relaxed, smiling. “Of course I knew you would set me up. I knew all along. You all made it too easy for me. As you put it, I’m smart. Smart enough to spot a fake, and smart enough to know you wouldn’t replace the jewel. Ah, therein lies the rub, detective. That was never the real heist; this was." Suddenly, all the lights go black as a thick smoke fills the room. “Sir, the gem, it’s a fake!“ A frantic officer runs to the room, only to find an unconscious detective, an empty chair, and an open note on the table that reads “Thanks for Everything! - T”
By douglas woloss3 years ago in Fiction
Isolation. Content Warning.
Her lover was like a beautiful rose that climbed up her throat, thorns nailing her tongue. Being with him was like being in a train wreck, a beautiful disaster that only snowballed, picking up debris along the way. Any small deviation from his valued idea of “perfection” only roused his anger, and she was the one to suffer. But it was only natural with the way that he was escalating that he would derail sooner or later, taking their world with him.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Just Child's Play
Maxwell locked on to his target almost immediately: a boy about half his size. Where his target went, Maxwell went, too. Maxwell moved a few seconds after the boy and stayed just out of his reach. Maxwell knew the key to a successful grab was to make sure his mark did not realize he was there and this boy did not notice him at all.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Fiction
Hunting for More than a House
The real estate agent greeted each guest with a smile as they entered the mansion. She ushered the prospective buyers through the expansive kitchen and out to the crystal, clear pool to begin her pitch about the impressive home and estate. But I did not follow them. I snuck up the winding staircase and hurried into the massive primary bedroom. Instead of looking for a safe I knew I would never be able to break into, I headed directly for the dressers in the middle of the large walk-in closet. I searched for valuables that the homeowners would never realize were missing, like a pair of expensive, yet unremarkable diamond earrings forgotten at the back of a drawer or a designer watch that had been lost under a stack of clothes. Laying haphazardly in a bin of accessories was the perfect item to lift: a dainty, diamond tennis bracelet. Score. I slipped my prize into my pocket and tiptoed down the stairs. I peeked around the corner and saw the crowd still huddled around the pool. The real estate agent and I locked eyes, shared a quick, knowing smile, then I slipped out of the front door without a sound.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Fiction
