Microfiction
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
The Golden Fish & Fisherman
Once upon a time, in a small coastal village, lived a humble fisherman named Henry. Henry was known for his exceptional fishing skills and his love for the sea. Every day, he would set sail in his small wooden boat, hoping to catch an abundant haul of fish to provide for his family and the village.
By ALI HASSAN3 years ago in Fiction
H.E.I.S.T.
An Acrostic Attempt At The Micro-Heist Challenge "Heist, Sabastian Heist," as the sergeant finished speaking, the room burst into laughter. "Okay, okay, I know it sounds like a joke, but Heist is wanted for several international jobs. He is well known for making his move, as larger events are underway. Next week, Houston is hosting one of the largest galas in Texan history. Coincidently, the Houston Museum of Art, is hosting its traveling Van Gogh display. Rumor has it, Heist is in town." "Evan's, I want you to gather a group of your best, to go under cover, masquerading as interested buyers. If Heist plans on hitting, we'll be ready." Evans smiled. "I 'll get it done," he boasted, confidently. Sergeant Hughs asked, " any other questions? We've 7 days to get prepared. We won't be the next target," he bellowed. The group Evan's gathered were independent "guns." What the sergeant couldn't know, was that Evan's was Heist, all along, he had unwittingly, just opened the door, making a clear path for the world's largest art heist ever! As Evan and his crew loaded the last of Van Goghs priceless work, into the unmarked police van, he radioed in...."Thanks sergeant."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
