Microfiction
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
Irreplaceable
Sweat ran in rivets down my neck. My hair and clothes were soaked through, fear coursing through my body. My heart pounded. I was sure it would burst from my chest at any moment. I threw the car in reverse, looked over my shoulder, and hit the gas. The overhang of mossy limbs made it difficult to see. I was hell bent on escaping though, my goods from this heist safely secured in the backseat.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction






