Microfiction

The Calico
The soft glow of a nightlight stretched across the warm wood floor. Tranquility wrapped the house like a blanket. Silent footsteps tread the hall. Shadows slunk across the walls.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
The Long Con. First Place in Micro Heist Challenge.
I thought it was the perfect setup. Get him to like me. Show my competence. Work for him for years, demonstrating my trustworthiness over and over.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Intergalactic Heist
Zypher nervously fiddled with his new weapon, determined not to mess up his first job. The earthly air made his triple lungs flutter, or was it just his growing nerves? He glanced at the stars, hoping to make his distant planet proud. With a sigh, he focused on the task at hand.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Sands
“Ahh! A score worth lifetimes!” Henry said, beaming brighter than diamonds. When he eventually broke down and told his sapping Wall Street job to screw off, Henry imagined life as a burglar would be more adventurous and exciting. He had never fathomed this level of anticipation. It was almost arousing.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Enigma:
Introduction: In a world overflowing with stories, there's something magical about stumbling upon a tale that captivates our hearts and minds. As avid readers and seekers of exceptional storytelling, we embark on a quest to unravel the enigma behind the best fiction story ever written. Brace yourself for a journey through the realms of imagination, where words intertwine to create an unforgettable narrative.
By Hammad Fawemi3 years ago in Fiction
Dead End Jewelry Heist
Four guys were heading for an important heist. They were dressed as dreadful clowns and were headed for the Archeological Museum. Their mission was to steal the largest diamond necklace ever found at an archeological dig. Previously, they had visited the museum for a week to be sure that they knew how to enter, steal the necklace, and exit without any interruptions. There was only one night watchman who usually slept through his watch since there was never any trouble. They had found a way to enter through the basement where they disconnected the electricity and alarm system. Then they snuck up behind the slumbering night watchman and gave him a heavy knock on the head. Working like a well-oiled machine the four guys smashed the glass case holding the diamond necklace. Making sure they left no clues or fingerprints they bagged their prize. They were looking forward to celebrating their perfect heist with some cold brews. They carefully stepped over the unconscious night watchman who lay on the floor. Once they left the museum they headed down the dark alley beside the museum. There was no sound, wearing big grins suddenly they were facing two policemen with guns drawn.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Fiction
Adnis
Credit card magnate Vecton Minus died. To his three children, Gillman, Felima, and Selita, he left an onyx sculpture of a black man warrior preparing for battle called Adnis. It was worth three hundred thousand dollars. To his widow, Gicci, he left nothing. Her bitterness resonated and she hatched a scheme to claim the sculpture not for herself, but for the poor children in a Delaware orphanage.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
An Art Theft
They had spent several weeks on this whole thing. And there were chances that it wouldn't go well. But, somehow it went better than they thought. Taking the paintings of a renowned blind artist, Angelique Fleur. It had been late at night when the trio snuck into the building. Amber disabled the alarm as Scarlette and Raven went to work.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 years ago in Fiction
Fleeting Waves: A Love Lost in Silence
He smiles, and I wave back at him; this has become a daily routine by now. He lives where? I don’t know; his name is what? I don’t know, yet the sight of him at the park every morning during my routine jog makes my mind numb. Every day I curse myself for being too shy and not being able to go to a total stranger and pop the question. I haven’t been as productive as I was, and I don’t blame anyone but the handsome who jogs by me in the morning, roams my mind in the night, and has found an abode to live in my heart. What to say and what not to say, may one think when their mind works, mine is still numb. The worst he can say is NO. That’s what I keep telling myself, but a person who is not accustomed to rejection usually shys away from it.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
In the sprawling metropolis of Veridian City, memories held more value than gold. In this futuristic society, a black market thrived, where memories were extracted and sold to the highest bidder. Amidst this labyrinth of illicit transactions, a skilled memory thief known as Seraph had made a name for themselves. Seraph possessed a unique ability to delve into the minds of others and extract their most precious memories.
By EDWIN. C3 years ago in Fiction
To Steal a Heart
“If I could only steal her heart,” Montrose muttered to himself. She was stunning in her fine blue dress. Elynor, the others had called her.
By JP Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Micro Heist: The Art of Miniature Theft
In todays Article, we will explore the fascinating realm of Micro Heists, delving into the motivations behind them, notable cases, and the measures taken to prevent such thefts.
By Bishnu Banerjee3 years ago in Fiction