Microfiction
Cube Me Baby One More Time
Even though the Australian knew he could not keep it forever, Feliks Zemdegs had pulled it off, and he was happy. He had taken it once before, eight years ago, in just 7.03 seconds, but even he knew it did not belong to him, at least not exclusively. Eventually, someone would come for it again. Still, he relished the sub-5 seconds he used to snatch it — 4.22 seconds, to be exact.
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Fiction
Gregory Heist
He had been planning it for ages. The diamond ring of that old hag was irresistible. She put it on the little tray on the windowsill every morning. She never wore it – her fingers were bent and bony; she just looked at how the first morning rays glimmered from it.
By Jussi Luukkonen3 years ago in Fiction
No Honour Among Thieves
For all the darkness of the day, there was no doubt that Calvin’s life was about to change once again. There, in front of him and just inside a newly unlocked safe, was more cash than he could spend in 10 lifetimes. He stood there transfixed for a moment, captivated by the lingering must and the gleam of single metallic strips in the sallow lamp light.
By Lewis Humphries3 years ago in Fiction
Macro Heist
Stealing from the people was never so easy. Since WWII the Great Republic had been creating currency. Superpowers like Britain, France, and Germany had tried to devalue money and failed. They failed because they had a secondary currency, and a secondary global economy. The Republic was the premier currency; the premier economy, and the elected did as they pleased. The people and politicians got used to inflation saying, “Why should we care; why worry? Headlong! All will be well.”
By Aaron Michael Grant3 years ago in Fiction
Dead Men Don't Tell Tales
They entered twenty-five minutes ago and vanished without a trace. When the six of them entered the casino, not one of their faces showed up on camera. Their approach was done with a scary level of precision. It amazed the approaching first responders and police. How they escaped left them all scratching their heads.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
The Fab Fake
Dan had always dreamed of meeting Paul McCartney. When he finally had a chance to approach him in London after one of the public appearances, Sir Paul didn’t have any time to sign an autograph or exchange a couple of words and got immediately driven away. Dan was deeply offended by such blatant disrespect to his adoration. He was such a huge fan that he even created a cover band to perform Paul’s songs and learned to precisely imitate Macca’s voice.
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Fiction
