Microfiction
Arcadia in a Sicilian Painting
ARCADIA in a Sicilian Painting It was a thick grove of white poplars, flowering thorns and intricate thickets, in which a thousand amorous vines intertwined, and with tight lacing enwound. In the fields, that could be seen at a little distance, it seems that Mistress Nature wanted the earth to compete with the beauty of the stars of the sky by the variety of Her panoply of flowers. And it was there that the Springtime of the Fables unrolled Her painted carpets, for the gardens of Jupiter: or not otherwise than in the great stained-glass windows of variegated squares and triangles and such in mosaic, all seen in vast swaths of undulating change, and the sunflowers beam on the meadow.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Diamond Heist
I stared at the counter in front of me. $200,000,000 That was the price of the sparkling beauties in front of me. We needed the money, so I grabbed my friends and ran home where we could talk. We decided posing as shop assistants was a great idea, so we formulated a plan.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Redistribution of Land
REDISTRIBUTION OF LAND Roman Civil War(s) and the Pax Augustae [American Civil War and the Pax Romana]: Empire and Public Things: moveable herds and the great epochs of Manifest Shepherding, pumped-up by state funds, said to be truly destined. Elizabethan land redistributed, this dear dear land laid out for lease, rearrangement after the punishment pains of civil rebellion musketeers. Newly owned, the pastoral lay improved, and the wool industry booming once again. Cattle ranchers and shepherds, the war between—Spain and Britain and France—now a New World—Colonialization or the colonization by colonials, by apportioning, lot by lot, this Land, let out to lease like a tenement, carved out to...whom? the highest bidders? the favorites of the Chieftain? Beautiful for spacious skies. Can you still see the herdsmen with their droves of llamas and alpacas making their way past the potato-fields? What adjunct of grekkish-latino roots in English: relation with the Romances. America the Beautiful. What Republic? it seemed Manifest Destiny to be named TERRA NOSTRA ‘cause this land is your land, this land is my land, public lands in public hands, the seed and semen of the Feudal Way, Privates in Private hands: what private redistribution exploits as resource? but what’s the use of protest delimiting serfdoms. Your land and my land. Now it is I who sit here and play my reed in peace, and it is you who will have to go into urban exile. But we will switch places and roles, each in turn. But then again not a one of us owns this land on the contrary this dear land owns us all and is the ultimate devourer who will at last eat us up in great mouthfuls O devouring earth will swallow us up all for one and one for all which is why there will always be must always be someone to versify.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
Bank Heist
Today was Shellie's last day at the bank. She'd been working there for ten years but had given her notice two weeks ago. That's when she decided she needed a change of pace and she was going to move to someplace in the Caribbean. She had just saved enough money to buy a little lean-to property and maybe invest in a business down there if she played her cards right. Of course with enough left over to support her needs and some wants.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
The Case
Avi Goldberg hand cuffed his Briefcase to his left wrist and walked out onto the busy streets of New York. In his right hand he held a lit cigar, he smoked it while he watched the setting suns light reflect off the buildings. James Miles walked up to Avi and pulled out his Burreta M9 and fired. Avi’s head exploded on to the street as his body hit the pavement. James pulled out his machete and severed Avi’s hand at the wrist. James Miles grabbed the briefcase and ran.
By James Cranch3 years ago in Fiction
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
