Microfiction
Fair Hand
Jacob wheeled up to the rusty bench where Grandpa sat. A narrow beam of sunlight painted radiant warmth on his face, cold metal of his push rims contrasting with the sun’s heat. In the oak branches above, grey squirrels leaped between branches holding acorns. Amazing feats of agility. Tucked away in the safety of a high bough, a disgusted red squirrel tittered.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Fiction
Like His Own
It started out as a video game and then progressed into something larger. There was a feeling of accomplishment. his mind moved the box of matches. His arm moved and the screen responded. It was like his own. On the screen in real life, he could move the flammable material.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Running For It
He would have to move fast. Even then, it would be risky. It had come down to speed and guts and the prize was in sight. The move had to be made now, and he was committed. They'd planned and practiced and this moment was why they had picked him, if it came to this.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Jasper's Greatest Heist
Jasper wasn’t going to be stuck with boring kibble, he had a plan. His master had pasta in the living room, and Jasper the dog was going to get it. The previous night he spent the whole time sawing, crafting, moving, setting, and glueing. And as his master sat down, Jasper got into position.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Fiction
The Snatch. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
I peeked around the corner casually while Louis sussed out the mark. Oblivious, he sat gazing into space at the park perimeter, his pricey leather laptop bag strap looped loosely over the bench back. Next to him, a tuna sandwich lay partially unwrapped, and next to the sandwich, a banana. I wrinkled my nose. I hate bananas.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Fiction
The Many Faces Within
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Veridian, there lived a man named Edward Sinclair. On the surface, he appeared like any other ordinary individual, going about his daily routines with a calm demeanour. However, beneath his composed exterior lay a secret that only a select few were aware of: Edward suffered from Dissociative Identity Disorder, a condition that gave birth to multiple identities within him.
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in Fiction
The Easy Job. Top Story - June 2023.
Sheets of bank paper float on drafts of air. Wind rushes from vacant spaces where glass panes used to be. Last images of a life lost. The bank manager's eyes stare at me from where he fell on the floor. His mouth moves slightly in desperate gasps for air, he won't get. A lake of red expands across marble tiles. All of his tomorrows are gone, and so are mine.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Time Capsule
A remarkable discovery was made in Willowbrook, where tranquility abounds among beautiful green hills and babbling brooks, in front of young heritage enthusiast Emily Dawson, who was on an unusual journey that would forever alter the way she saw the things in this world. researching local history for what can be viewed as one sensitive project among many other long-term goals, which involves exploring every nook and corner! Along with studying through old records and speaking with elderly residents of the town, all of which were related to memories sparked by genuine events.
By Chiemela Joel3 years ago in Fiction
