Microfiction
InFamous: Symphony of Shadows
Mike was once a man of simple pleasures, nestled amidst the urban sprawl of Empire City. He was an ordinary citizen, one face in a sea of millions. He held a routine nine-to-five job at a local advertising firm, enjoyed the boisterous company of his friends on late-night escapades, and immersed himself in the city's rich, colorful culture every chance he got. The steady rhythm of his life was comfortable, unexceptional yet fulfilling. He savored the peace of early morning commutes, the palpable energy of city-wide festivals, and the romantic allure of moonlit walks along the city’s scenic waterfront. His life was a beautiful mosaic of ordinary moments, a testament to the simplicity of urban living, until the day of the Blast.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Cheese Caper
The darkened, silent kitchen was alight with the scent of a smorgasbord of confections and savory treats. Five mice slid out from their hiding space in the wall, whiskers twitching and ears rotating to keep a lookout for the return of Missus.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
Yukim
Yukim was not an ordinary woman. Far from the ordinary world, she lived in the heart of an underwater paradise, a place of spellbinding beauty hidden beneath the ocean's surface. Crystalline coral towers, opalescent seaweed meadows, and iridescent fish weaving through the water like fleeting rainbows made her realm a spectacle of wonders. Born with gills and scales shimmering like liquid silver, Yukim was the guardian of this magical realm. She had the rare ability to communicate with marine life, from the colossal blue whales to the minute plankton, all revered her as their protector. Yukim's voice echoed through the ocean currents, a melody that was part of the undersea symphony. The most magnificent part of her domain was the Glowing Abyss. It was a trench that bore a stunning garden of luminescent plants and creatures that turned the deep ocean into a mesmerizing night sky, awash with cosmic radiance. Yukim often sat on its brink, her eyes reflecting the glow, and her heart resonating with the pulsating rhythm of underwater life.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
A Night as Black as Diamonds.
“Don’t patronize me.” Clickbait glared at Snapshot. “All I said was we make a pretty good team.” Snapshot held his hands up innocently. Clickbait rolled his eyes. He was trying to focus on the wires in the breaker box. Clickbait was a master of technology. “Pop goes the weasel.” Clickbait sang as he finished hacking the system. The lights were out and the defenses were disabled. “Okay we have twenty minutes to get in and get out before their systems come back online.” Clickbait explained to Snapshot . Snapshot nodded. He was the master of stealth. He slipped through the vent and into the corridor. Clickbait sent him a digital map. Two lefts and a right. Third door on the right. Clickbait had the door unlocked by the time Snapshot came to it. Inside was a vault. Snapshot listened as the gears clicked. Inside the vault was the rare black diamond. It was the size of a golf ball. Big Bucks would pay them handsomely. Snapshot grabbed it without thinking. The alarms went off. Snapshot tried the door but the system locked it. The vent was his only escape. He found Clickbait and together they hightailed it out of there.
By Meela Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten?
Ancient history can be a bit boring. Not in my line of work. I am a descendent of a great royal bloodline. Of course this would mean nothing in modern times because our kingdom was forgotten. We lived in the Amazon rainforest. When modern society weaved its way through our culture, we became extinct. Now it is up to me to retrieve all that was stolen. Our most prized heirloom. The Jaguar Fang. Somehow it made its way to a history museum in New York City. The vents were musty and gross as I climbed through them. I opened the grate that was just inside the case. I looked down. The guards wouldn’t stroll by here for another fifteen minutes. I had to act fast. I connected a wire to the vent grate and again to my belt. I climbed down silently. The Jaguar Fang shone dimly. I was about to grab it when I caught a glimpse of the history behind the stand. The paragraphs covered almost everything I had learned. Suddenly I heard whistling. I climbed back up into the vent, and screwed the metal plate back over the wires. Maybe our people weren’t completely forgotten after all.
By Meela Ward3 years ago in Fiction
