Microfiction
Micro Heist
"What's the difference again between a robbery and a heist?" "Gheezus Christ on a cracker Rob you are a dummy" Kleman replied with an exasperated sigh as he often did whenever addressing one of Robbie's incessant questions. "A robbery is stealing some stupid shit from some nobody on the street. A heist is stealing some important shit, like gold or a famous jewel or shit like that, from somebody or someplace important. In our case that would be a museum" Robbie looked puzzled as he contemplated Kleman's answer. He was not exactly sure he really saw the difference. Stealing was stealing in his mind. Then again, his mind was of the slow variety and contemplation was not his strong suit. But, what he lacked in brains, he made up for in spades in courage and loyalty. At least, that is what Kleman liked to tell people when they asked him why he had partnered up with that "retarded kid Robbie." In truth, he had taken on Robbie because he simply did not trust anyone of normal intelligence. In his experience with former partners, the smarter the man, the dumber the plan. Robbie was perfect, exactly because he was so dumb.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Test Heist
Since the brownie caper, there have been many successful heists along with a few botched ones. Now my skills were about to be tested. It was time for finals and graduation from high school. My worst subject was English. A grade of B was required or I wouldn’t graduate. Of course, I could study, but where was the fun in that? I needed a copy of the answer sheet.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The World's Misconception
I knew the impact from the torpedo fired by the German U-Boat would be coming, and yet the adrenaline still rushed through my fingers. I looked down. My hands weren’t shaking, but I thought they would be once my body hit the freezing water. It would all be worth it when I presented the book to my government: the Germans that would rule the world. This would pay my debt to them. Charles Dickens owned THIS copy of A Christmas Carol. He put notes in it! And it was tucked inside my jacket in a waterproof bag. All I had to do was get off the ship. Chaos reigned like a psychotic monarchy in Egypt. I laughed because I was thinking of the Ptolemy’s as I was on a doomed ship. The creaking started as the hull split. It was time to bail. I scrambled to put on my life vest and look as disoriented as the other screaming passengers. Brits and Americans shouted English in accents that clashed like symbols in my ears. I dove overboard, keeping my hands, which were now shaking, on the priceless book in my jacket. The world would think it sank with the Lusitania.
By Lisa Geiger3 years ago in Fiction
Dirty Job
It was just another day of production planning for Dirty Jobs Host Mike Rowe. He found an electronics assembly plant, My Crow Assembly, to showcase the work performed by microchip assemblers. Unbeknownst to our fearless Host, there was someone planning a show of their own.
By Brian Furphy3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Wolf
In the depths of the ancient forest, where moonlight cast ethereal shadows upon the undergrowth, a legend was born. They called him the Black Wolf, a mysterious creature that prowled the darkness with stealth and grace. Whispers of his presence echoed through the trees, evoking both fear and fascination among those who dared to venture into his realm. Rumors swirled, telling tales of a wolf with fur as dark as midnight, his piercing eyes gleaming like silver moons. It was said that the Black Wolf possessed an otherworldly power, an uncanny ability to navigate through the labyrinthine forest with unmatched agility and wisdom.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
The Web of Destiny
In the vibrant city of New York, a new hero swung through the skyscrapers, embodying the spirit of her predecessor. Maya Parker, the courageous and determined Spider-Girl, had taken up the mantle left by her mentor, Peter Parker. With her agility, spider-like abilities, and unwavering sense of justice, Maya patrolled the streets, ensuring the safety of the innocent. As night fell upon the city, a nefarious plot began to unfold. A mysterious villain known as The Enigma emerged from the shadows, his sinister machinations threatening to throw the city into chaos. Maya, fueled by a sense of responsibility, donned her sleek costume, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The Enigma's plan involved harnessing an ancient artifact, the Emerald Key, rumored to grant immense power to its wielder. As Spider-Girl swung through the city, her spider-sense tingling with anticipation, she knew that the fate of New York hung in the balance. She was determined to stop The Enigma's wicked scheme and protect her beloved city.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
When Chaos Reigns, What Remains?
Gotham City, once a symbol of order and justice, now lay at the mercy of chaos. The streets, once patrolled by the legendary Dark Knight, were now under the sinister grip of the Joker. In the aftermath of his ultimate victory, the city trembled as the madman reveled in his triumph. Seated in a dimly lit café, the Joker, clad in Batman's iconic suit, relished the fear that permeated the air. The patrons huddled in corners, their eyes wide with trepidation. His loyal cronies patrolled the perimeter, their presence a constant reminder of his newfound dominion. As the Joker sat alone, a wave of questions washed over him, like ripples in a murky pond. The absence of Batman, the very symbol of his obsession, left an unexpected void. He had dedicated his life to tormenting the Caped Crusader, his purpose entwined with their twisted dance of chaos and order. And now that Batman was gone, the Joker found himself grappling with a strange emptiness he couldn't quite comprehend.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Reflections of Forever
Amelia and Payton, two kindred souls bound by the shared pain of loss, returned to their sanctuary of solace - a place that held memories and whispered secrets from their childhood. It had been years since their parents' untimely departure, and yet, the ache within their hearts remained. This beautiful location, nestled on the banks of a serene, expansive lake, provided a sense of familiarity and a space to reflect on their journey thus far. As they arrived at the tranquil spot, their footsteps echoed across the wooden bridge that stretched over the shimmering waters. The air was crisp, carrying with it a hint of nostalgia, as if the very essence of their memories mingled with the gentle breeze. The sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the water's surface, as if to offer solace and comfort.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Going for the Gold
There it was, glorious and inviting, the perfect reward for his patience and planning. They hadn't even bothered to encase it. It was boldly displayed on a simple platform, completely unguarded. Tubs was disappointed in the lack of imagination, but not stupid enough to pass up such a perfect opportunity.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
