Microfiction
There's nothing to it
The thing that screwed us over, was Madonna. We was keeping a look out on the bench, Bill and Ben, the Flower Pot men, were doing their whole dodgy shoplifter routine, our job was to let Weed know when security were on their way so she could meet them. No one searches a posh looking white woman when two black men are behaving suspicious in the shop. Weed really is posh, but she got kicked out of boarding school for selling weed to the headmaster’s son and things went downhill from there. But she’s still got that authority, you know? Comes marching out the shop looking like she owns the place, “happens” to bump into security two doors down and reports the dicey looking “coloured chaps” in the shop. Throws in a little racism, somehow seems to convince them she’s not the sort to take what’s not hers. Bill and Ben, of course, got nothing on them. No previous either. Totally clean, lucky bastards. Anyway. Madonna came on the playlist, and me and Cal was voguing and so we forgot to give the signal. I mean, if you want to use kids to carry your shit, what do you expect?
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
The Princess of Egypt
In the heart of Ancient Egypt, where the sun shimmered gold upon the Nile's generous banks, the tale of a princess destined for greatness began to unfold. It was a land of mystique, where the ancient pyramids cast long shadows over the sand, where humans conversed with gods, and where secrets were as abundant as the grains of sand that carpeted the vast desert. The grand Pharaoh's palace, a testament to Egypt's grandeur, was home to Princess Anippe, the heroine of our tale. Anippe was the Pharaoh's sole daughter, a jewel in Egypt's royal crown. Her spirit was as fiery as the desert sun and as relentless as the Nile, and her azure eyes held an insatiable curiosity that mirrored the wisdom of the kingdom's scholars. She was born amidst the pomp of royalty, but her soul yearned for discovery. From a young age, Anippe questioned everything around her, delving into the mysteries of her kingdom's traditions, her ancestors, and the world she was destined to govern.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Screen
Deep within the heart of the bustling, techno-infused city of New Belgrade, within a small, quaint apartment filled with glowing LED lights, sat Jana, a bespectacled woman in her late twenties, her eyes fixated on the radiant screen before her. Known in her local gaming community as a fierce competitor, Jana lived for the thrill of immersing herself in the kaleidoscopic universes of video games. She found solace in the crisp sound of clicking buttons and the light's dance on her glasses as her character fought its way through mythical creatures. Among all the games she had played, "Divinity Unchained" held a special place in her heart. The MMORPG was a masterpiece, a combination of stunning graphics, complex lore, and intricate gameplay that had enraptured gamers worldwide. In this fantastical realm of mythical beasts, enigmatic characters, and grand landscapes, Jana was no longer a simple woman from New Belgrade. She became Meridia, a valiant warrior renowned for her skill and intellect.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Sequence
In the shimmering labyrinth of Nightshade, each neon-drenched alleyway tells a story. The city pulses with life and darkness, the shadows of towering skyscrapers hiding secrets only the brave or the desperate dare to uncover. One such desperate soul was Aurelia, her face illuminated by the electric glow as she raced through the nocturnal cityscape. A woman on the run, hunted by the omnipresent government, the Collective, after committing an unthinkable crime. Aurelia was not always a fugitive. She was once a reputable codebreaker in the employ of the Collective. Tasked with decoding the most encrypted communications, she held a position of trust, working diligently behind layers of concrete and high-grade steel deep within the government's monolithic headquarters. Her life took a dark turn when she stumbled upon a mysterious transmission, the Sequence. It was a fractal algorithm, beautiful and complex, which she discovered held the keys to control Nightshade's foundational AI, Proteus. Realizing the oppressive potential in the wrong hands, Aurelia made the desperate decision to erase the Sequence from the Collective's databases, becoming a digital age Robin Hood.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet as Song. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
The large blackbird landed with a screech atop the high post fence. From his perch, he cocked his head sideways, surveying the long porch that ran the length of the pool. It was scattered with an array of items from last night’s party: empty and half-full glasses of champagne, beaded necklaces, discarded masks, and half-eaten food. Damn, but Fat Tuesday was one big party.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Office Caper
It was Friday. A cup of good, strong coffee was needed to celebrate. I waited for the Keurig to finish. Ah, but this was too sweet. All week, I’d been able to pilfer my coworker’s cream. After all, it was just cream and not the crown jewels.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Painting A Heist
The screw was almost loose. I looked around and there were no guards walking the hallways of the museum. It wasn't a surprise, I'd cased the place for months before making my move. The only surprise was how few people actually came to see the beautiful artwork.
By Edward Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
