Microfiction
The Irishman
Four men surrounded the Delacroix Estate at one in the morning. Each was dressed in black military apparel and armed with submachine guns. They hit the safe in the master bedroom first, then cleaned out the jewelry box, some paperwork from the den, and waltzed out with a high-end piece of expressionist art.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
Royal Mail
Twenty seconds more and the blinking red dot would switch to green. 24 hours before he had purchased the handheld from a nearby electronic store and here he was using it. The synchronicity of it all was quite uncanny. In that moment of that thought the machine switched over all the files downloading, seeming like all the information of the world was running though the small device in electronic form. The tiny CPU buzzed like a hummingbird. It seemed so easy! Why had no one else done this? Why would anyone else want to do this? Actually there were lots of people that we're interested. Would he reveal it? All these thoughts ran through his head. "There's a lot going on in the world, but there's more going on in my mind" He thought about the quote from the girl in "The Land of OZ" That's what they had called it. He thought about the giant coverup, the conspiracy or was it? Long the jury had been out. Then it was finished and the only result letting anyone know what had just happened was the small letters blinking in green on the device that faintly spelled out the word "TITANIC"
By Sound And The Messenger3 years ago in Fiction
Hawthorne Saves the Day
Justin reluctantly placed the carefully-packed lunch bag, perky in its bright blue and deep red trim, into the giant department refrigerator. As he did he wistfully wondered if today was the day he'd get to eat the lunch that Janelle had lovingly packed for him. Roast turkey- none of that tofu stuff this was the real deal- homemade baguette, creamy Havarti. And that orange-raspberry scone with the too-thick but somehow just right icing!
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Fiction
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
