Microfiction

The Crane Catalyst
Under moonlight, The Cranes gathered. The "impenetrable" Le Marquis Bank in sight. Our insider, "Morris", propped the emergency exit, now entrance. Sal, always the charmer, even got the guard's phone number. VOLTaire killed the power as Bella slithered to the vault, locked by a biometric that will cost the CEO their job. Bella held her breath and placed her amino synthesized glove. The vault gave up a final gasp. Ours. Finally. Shimmering like a diamond of untold worth. They packed swiftly, leaving only a rainbow origami crane behind. The world would never be the same. Together, The Cranes lift all.
By Lucas Diercouff3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of the Heist. Top Story - June 2023.
I've been a thief all my life. My Mama was a thief. My Grammie was a thief. Even my Daddy, they say, was a thief. I never met him. He left when I was a couple weeks old. Anyway, my point is, thieving's the family business.
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Fiction
Beat the Clock
When we walked through the old barns at the back of the run-down track, my eyes set-upon a chestnut mare. On her stall, hung a sign warning handlers of her habit of biting. (I often felt the same.) Labeled “mean,” the horse was destined for the slaughter pen.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Hunter
Hunter I was arriving at Neon Central. The sun was overpowering in front of me, the light was very bright that morning, so I decided to take the quieter side road that was also covered by an endless shade of poplar trees, leading me directly to the charging station. They were very tall trees, maybe a hundred years old or more. My head drooped, and I plunged into a sleepy drowsiness for a few seconds until the vehicle's anti-sleep alarm woke me up.
By Oliver3 years ago in Fiction
(mu)Micro-Crime
Our chains rattled as we were escorted to the sentencing hall. I glared at the back of my partner’s head as we sauntered down the corridor.
By Derrick L.3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Death . Content Warning.
I love how eagerly I need to taste your cum right before you pound into me with your gruff, exquisite force, somehow still being soft and sweet kissing me with tongue for the first time like it’s a sin. Your cum tastes like earthy, salty bliss and I love keeping it in my mouth as we come together.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Melodies of Serendipity
Chapter 1: The Librarian's Serenity In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaos of hurried footsteps and blaring car horns, lived Emily, a reserved and introspective librarian. Her days were filled with the hushed whispers of books and the comforting scent of aged paper. Her world was one of tranquility, carefully curated within the walls of the library.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
Stethos
“Will you hurry up already?” Jay hisses, bouncing back and forth on his feet as if his shoes were made of springs. His face twitches as he pulls at the sleeves of his torn black sweatshirt.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Love Beyond Borders
Part 1:The Serendipitous Encounter In the picturesque coastal town of Oceanview, nestled between rolling hills and azure waters, destiny weaves its intricate threads. On a tranquil morning, as the golden sun cast its warm glow upon a secluded beach, the paths of two individuals unexpectedly converged.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
Bullhead
They knew she had brought it back. They could smell it. They decided that they would have it, even though they knew it was not theirs.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Desperate Times
Our children were starving. We had no food or money. The robbers who robbed us last night had stolen it all. Out of desperation, we formulated a plan to rob the safe in the bank. We dressed up as bank security and bypassed all the passwords on the safe. We were just about to leave, when we were pinned against the wall by the police and the army.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
A Short Heist
Mark left the bank for the final time that night with his ratty briefcase in hand. He held it close to him as he rode the bus toward his pre-planned destination. He had been at that bank for 18 years, without a raise in five years, and they owed him something. Before he left work that night, he had walked into the safe, filled his case with as much cash as possible and walked out.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Fiction