Microfiction

No Point Looking Back
Six years, it had taken to pierce HADES. Not for wanting effort though. Among Rhea Corporation’s infinite assets, securing their prison of souls had always been quite the priority. And that had just been the physical breach of the vault. To pierce the veil around it, Eury had had to exhaust every contact she had made on the West coast along the past decade.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Tsarina
We didn’t use typical code names from Resevoir Dogs like I assumed we would. This isn’t my first bank heist but it’s theirs. They wanted to do it on a Friday but I knew better. You do it when they least expect you to: we pulled the job on a Monday. They used titles like King, Duke, Caesar, and Emperor. I was the only girl so they called me the lamest name I could imagine. They decided on the disguises and the getaway plan. They chose the weapons and the inside man. I took it one step further and made sure that man was my brother. They would have no idea they were played until the end. If they ever get out of prison and pull off another scheme, they would know not to assume stereotypes. I was the female who had no input on anything. So they made me the getaway driver. I made sure to wear my sparkling crown when they realized how screwed they would be. I wanted to be there when their lives flash before their eyes but my brother said it best: a Tsarina has to keep her hands clean. They will remember my name.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Fiction
Blurred Lines
Shelby turned in a circle looking around the dark dusty room. She took in the tower of canned goods, the toilet with a sink attached, and the small twin bed.
By Blue Dymond3 years ago in Fiction
A Private Client
In the movies the criminal avoids a male bank teller, but I had to take my chances that he wouldn’t try to be a hero. “You don’t have to do this,” his arms were up, eyes meeting mine behind the old ski mask.
By K. C. Wexlar3 years ago in Fiction
About Last Night
I slumped over the sticky bar, surrounded by too many empty shot glasses to count. How was I going to tell my wife that with the single stroke of a pen I had drained our bank accounts, emptying the savings it took us forty years to build in a whopping two minutes?
By Bree Alexander (she/her)3 years ago in Fiction
The Worst Witnesses
Plaster clung to my hair. My eyes wouldn’t stop watering. “Tell me about the robbery.” The copper was old enough to have experience, young enough to have hope and ambition. The woman he addressed clutched her phone.
By Bethany G3 years ago in Fiction
Air Force gONE
Joe’s call to his old friend sounded pretty innocuous, like old Air Force Academy buddies getting a chance to reunite – “Hey Cal, Joe Deire! How the hell are ya Bud? Hey, I’m just checking to see if you peeped the Q3 schedule? Looks like we’re in the cockpit together on One. Aye, I look forward to flying the friendly skies with my friend.”
By Jeremy Christopher3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Measures. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
The father’s song is a whisper of promise. It’s a tenor that emulates the strength of a lion with the beauty of a bird's morning chirp. It shakes like leaves rustling in the breeze. A caress. It’s calm like the sea. It's blinding. It burns. It pulls you to unfathomable depths. It makes even unmovable rocks cry out.
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Fiction
The Weeping Angel’s Treasure
Over the stone wall they scrambled as they heard distant alarms. The pursuer‘s flashlights could be seen sweeping toward the moonlit cemetery, but there was still time to complete the job.
By Rulam Day3 years ago in Fiction
Too Late for Sorry
Day 365 GLOBAL DAY OF MOURNING As outbreak recedes, survivors ask: How do we move on? (NY Times) Day 240 HOPE WANES FOR VACCINE World Health Organization: Radical measures needed
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Fiction
Like I Said, Simple. . Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
I went to your house. But not for you. For your things. Your things that had become my things. I waited across the street until you left your house. How you always did at ten o’clock at night.
By KB3 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Eternity
Amid a forbidden castle, Evan embarked on a special mission to recover the legendary "Crimson Orchid." This fabled gem is rumored to possess mystical powers.
By Digital Business Market (DigiBizMart)3 years ago in Fiction