Microfiction
The inside job
I was nervous as hell that day. It had all been arranged. As one of only three senior executives with access to the strong room combination, I was alone out back with Christmas takings of over $2.5m in used notes awaiting cash-in-transit collection. The heist mob agreed a cut of $250,000 to me as the inside man. The plan was for the heavies to arrive at exactly the moment I opened the walk-in safe. Two men inside the safe and one outside, holding me up with a gun to the head. Just for appearances of course.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Super plasma powered heist (or 3 Ghosts)
Her death is not quiet. It is a violent quaking of nerves being strung out like uncooked bucatini noodles and then boiled in scadling oil, crispy. The plasma building up in my core was too much to keep inside. The sun’s gravity can’t hold it down. Why should I?
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
The Night Watch
I had plenty of time to think about it during those long night shifts. In the end, I couldn’t believe how easy it was. As a security guard at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, I had access to all areas. It took less than twenty minutes during the evening lockup. I slipped into the gallery, carefully razoring the painting out of its frame, before replacing it with a beautifully crafted fake. It would not fool anyone taking a closer look, but it gave me time to get away.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
The Best in the World
It was intimidating to be stealing in the company of the most elusive and infamous jewel thief ever known. Agnes encouraged me to follow as she snuck down a darkened hallway deep beneath what had appeared to be a normal, old, abandoned house. We were seeking a gem set worth millions.
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Fiction
The Raven's Ruse: A Dance of Shadows and Deception
In the heart of London, the infamous thief, Raven, eyed the Crown Jewels. The Tower's guards were formidable, but Raven was a master of shadows. Tonight, the jewels would be his. Under the cloak of darkness, he slipped past the guards, a whisper in the wind. The jewels gleamed, untouched for centuries. Raven's gloved hand reached out, but paused. A faint hum filled the air. A laser grid. Raven smirked. He pulled out a compact mirror, angling it to reflect the lasers. One by one, they flickered off. The path was clear. He reached out again, this time his fingers met cold metal. The jewels were his.
By John Porfy3 years ago in Fiction
El resplandor de los cristales
A sunny afternoon in the small town of Crestwood, life was peacefully unfolding for its residents. However, that tranquility was interrupted when a strange phenomenon enveloped the sky. A bright and mysterious glow illuminated the entire horizon, leaving everyone bewildered.
By Clara Ramírez Suay3 years ago in Fiction
A Single Stamp
Jenny examined the small black notebook she had picked from the woman’s pocket. The alphabetized pages were blank—except one. “Jenny” and a phone number. She dropped it and a one-inch a square fluttered to the ground. She copied the phone number onto her palm, and returned the square to the notebook.
By Mindy Reed3 years ago in Fiction
The Greedy Fox
In the heart of a lush forest, there lived a sly and cunning fox named Jasper. Jasper was known far and wide for his insatiable greed. He would go to great lengths to acquire the tastiest morsels and the most valuable treasures, often resorting to trickery and deceit. No creature in the forest could match his slyness or his insatiable desire for more.
By ALI HASSAN3 years ago in Fiction
