Microfiction
Rookie Card. Top Story - June 2023.
Kendall watched and waited while sitting on the designated park bench. His hands clasped the black gym bag that contained his savings, cashed in 401 K and recent paycheck earnings. He still could not believe he was going to purchase his dream Mickey Mantle rookie card. He found the seller on-line. His fingers trembled, checking his watch once again. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard yelling.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
Micro Heist
"What's the difference again between a robbery and a heist?" "Gheezus Christ on a cracker Rob you are a dummy" Kleman replied with an exasperated sigh as he often did whenever addressing one of Robbie's incessant questions. "A robbery is stealing some stupid shit from some nobody on the street. A heist is stealing some important shit, like gold or a famous jewel or shit like that, from somebody or someplace important. In our case that would be a museum" Robbie looked puzzled as he contemplated Kleman's answer. He was not exactly sure he really saw the difference. Stealing was stealing in his mind. Then again, his mind was of the slow variety and contemplation was not his strong suit. But, what he lacked in brains, he made up for in spades in courage and loyalty. At least, that is what Kleman liked to tell people when they asked him why he had partnered up with that "retarded kid Robbie." In truth, he had taken on Robbie because he simply did not trust anyone of normal intelligence. In his experience with former partners, the smarter the man, the dumber the plan. Robbie was perfect, exactly because he was so dumb.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Test Heist
Since the brownie caper, there have been many successful heists along with a few botched ones. Now my skills were about to be tested. It was time for finals and graduation from high school. My worst subject was English. A grade of B was required or I wouldn’t graduate. Of course, I could study, but where was the fun in that? I needed a copy of the answer sheet.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The World's Misconception
I knew the impact from the torpedo fired by the German U-Boat would be coming, and yet the adrenaline still rushed through my fingers. I looked down. My hands weren’t shaking, but I thought they would be once my body hit the freezing water. It would all be worth it when I presented the book to my government: the Germans that would rule the world. This would pay my debt to them. Charles Dickens owned THIS copy of A Christmas Carol. He put notes in it! And it was tucked inside my jacket in a waterproof bag. All I had to do was get off the ship. Chaos reigned like a psychotic monarchy in Egypt. I laughed because I was thinking of the Ptolemy’s as I was on a doomed ship. The creaking started as the hull split. It was time to bail. I scrambled to put on my life vest and look as disoriented as the other screaming passengers. Brits and Americans shouted English in accents that clashed like symbols in my ears. I dove overboard, keeping my hands, which were now shaking, on the priceless book in my jacket. The world would think it sank with the Lusitania.
By Lisa Geiger3 years ago in Fiction
Dirty Job
It was just another day of production planning for Dirty Jobs Host Mike Rowe. He found an electronics assembly plant, My Crow Assembly, to showcase the work performed by microchip assemblers. Unbeknownst to our fearless Host, there was someone planning a show of their own.
By Brian Furphy3 years ago in Fiction
