Microfiction
The Great Grape Heist
Last year it was arson. The year before, a phony health inspector. This year it's our turn. We infiltrate the tasting with no issues - a hundred and one people all dressed to the nines; the Howdens won't notice a couple of extra staff. Their uniforms are cheap polyester, itchy and hot. I tug at my tie.
By Ash Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Bird Heist? Bird Heist.
You duck into an alleyway, check behind you. Sirens shriek through London, but none of them are nearby enough to make you worry. It took them twelve minutes to catch on; a little less time than you were hoping for, but still enough. You set your squirming backpack down, peel off your thick hoodie, the baggy cargo pants you wore over your normal pants, chuck them into a sewer grate.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Road
A young woman named Lily used to reside in a small, picturesque town tucked between soaring mountains. Lily made the decision to set out on a journey because she had an adventurous spirit and a desire to see the world. She embarked on an exhilarating hitchhiking adventure with nothing more than a backpack and a sense of adventure.
By Chris Paul3 years ago in Fiction
