Microfiction
The Diamond Heist
Eyes wide open, nostrils flare. My opponent stands with his back to me. The air is fresh and clean as I take another breath and calm my jangled nerves. Shaking my hands, I take another step. Stop. He glances over his shoulder at me. Our eyes meet briefly before he turns away once more.
By Lynda Spargur3 years ago in Fiction
Pigeon Premonitions
It's all about set and setting: there was nothing abnormal about the scene to begin with. A café, spilling onto the sidewalk along with the sunshine, where you stop to have a beer and a croque-monsieur. Nothing more. You’re supposed to be on vacation, accordingly the living is slowed-down and paced easy.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan of the Duck Detectives
The plan was this: they would set up a secret spy network of superveillance (just the two of them at first, Sammy and Davey), deemed Duck Detectives in their thirst for intrigue and adventure. In Pebble-Creek Apartments, the path of walky-talky tattletale-isms was paved with the best of intentions to slake suburban boredom ‘cause the problem was this--juvenile delinquents chasing the poor ducks and geese, throwing stones at them, some even killing them for no reason. Some of these purple-traitors were not even kids, but somewhat grown-up—so they should know better. It was more than a game of duck-duck-goose, it was a mission. Pebble-Creek Apartment complex boasted a picturesque little pond on its grounds that seemed immense to the boys, where many ducks and geese would gather. There the trolls would start their trouble. So it was more than a wild-goose chase, it was a rescue mission. It was up to Sammy and Davey to protect the waterfowl of Pebble-Creek, especially in springtime when the goslings and ducklings had hatched and where fluffing themselves on the edge of the pond. So moving on with the plan which was to gather info through their growing network of spies they had introduced another kid into who had a pair of walky-talkies he brought to the cause. Of course they would need even more spy gadgets and other resources—but when at last the info gathered from their secret missions was amassed, they would go to the Office and make a full report to the Authorities, helping bring the purple-traitors to justice and prolly get medals or something. Unfortunately, Sammy said something the new kid took umbrage at and withdrew his support from the cause altogether, along with his pair of walky-talkies. It really cooked their goose: without resources, without all the spy gadgetry, with only the two of them, their secret spy network of superveillance and The Plan in general, fell apart. They moved on to other things, but always helped the ducks and geese when they could.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Switchboard
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there existed a grand building that housed the central switchboard for all telecommunication services. This building was a hub of connectivity, and at its heart were the diligent switchboard operators who tirelessly managed the intricate web of calls that flowed through the system.
By Osmond Eze Okeagu 3 years ago in Fiction
Cityscape Dreams
In the quiet corners of a bustling city, there stood an abandoned warehouse, its walls adorned with layers of graffiti that told stories of rebellion and longing. Among the vibrant array of images, one particular artwork captured the essence of the urban landscape, drawing me into its narrative.
By Abdulmuhaimunu musa (things to remember)3 years ago in Fiction
