Microfiction
Lost Son's Journey
Once upon a time in the small town of Willowbrook, a remarkable story unfolded—a story of love, loss, and a quest for self-discovery. At the heart of it all was a family torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. This is the tale of "The Lost Son."
By Kehinde Oladejo 3 years ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Bond
Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Serendipityville, there lived two best friends, Lily and Ethan. They had been inseparable since childhood, growing up together and sharing every joy and sorrow that life threw at them. Their bond was unbreakable, an unspoken promise of eternal friendship.
By Kehinde Oladejo 3 years ago in Fiction
The Need To Steal
Running past vendors selling everything from cabbage rolls to clothing that all had the same dull, grey colour typically worn by the peasant class, a boy clutched his bag full of stolen jewelry. Petrified by the guards hard on his heels, he ran as fast as he could, nearly colliding with a large woman carrying a sack of flour.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Fiction
Switched at First
Greg Hopkins flew down the road in his black 2006 Ford GT at over 300 miles per hour. He would have to slow down, but as long as he had a straight path, he would not allow the cops to catch him. He had just stolen the latest addition to his art collection. A priceless, previously unknown, painting by Gilbert Stuart. This would be his 10th in the last 3 years.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
The Jewel Theft
Ted gracefully eyed the Jepsen Jewel on display. It was the largest of its kind, and its luster was breathtaking. So, he looked at the cameras and the security to scout the place early. His disguise worked as he continued to the case without alerting the guards. He quietly slipped to the back while the guard was turned around. Only to wait till the time to swap. The crowds thinned, and the lights dimmed as Ted sat still in the background. Slowly the cameras were cut out. Ted came out of the shadows eyeing the precious Jewel. Pulling the glass-cutting tool out of his pocket. Slowly cutting the glass and temporarily shorting the electricity. He reached gently into the case and replaced the Jewel with a fake one. His hand held the priceless Jewel in his hands. His eyes glittered at its beauty, and he carefully placed it in a bag. He picked up his tools, and Jewel packed them away. Back in the shadows to hide for his escape and before the cameras turn on. He felt a gun in his back. A cop said, “You are under arrest for theft of the Jepsen Jewel.” Ted had been caught.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
I have no control
Unfortunately, I believe in the power of fear. I believe the prey feeds the predator in more ways than one and I refuse to remain the prey anymore. I and my co-worker plan to execute a robbery on our fellow establishment. Establishments in a franchise can have many bosses but they can only have one disgusting Dexter Lewish. His transfer following the recent complaints shows that he is considered to be one of the special ones that complete the trifecta of abuse and gets no consequence by the law, so we are enacting the consequences ourselves. With the help of Levi, we have access to his office above the supermarket floor and his schedule. Anais was able to get a position there and altered her appearance. Levi was one of the three people that worked closely with Dexter but he understood our plight. The silence after the anonymous profiles we created to tell his stories showed us that displaying his crooked ways in the business might make others care about justice a bit more. The following Tuesday at noon, we convened to steal his managerial past and present digital documents but Anais feared for her new position and reported it.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
