Microfiction

World Building
Water washed up on shore. A man, the color of exhaust smoke from a car emerged from the sea. He still wore his uniform and had been bereft of all vigor.
By Skyler Saunders3 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
"The Whispered Legacy: Shadows of Intrigue"
The abandoned warehouse loomed before us, its walls seeped in mystery Our eyes fixed on the prize. Jack, the cunning mastermind, outlined the plan with precision. We shared a silent pact, ready to execute our heist.
By Nimra shaikh3 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
Twilight of Ares - Episode Two
Twilight of Ares - Episode One ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “400 out.”
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
The Love Heist
She was a brilliant, independent, self-motivated go getter. Graduated, top of her class. Art came easy for her. She created worlds that most only get glimpses of, in the tabloids or on tv.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
Cultivating a grateful heart
When my grandfather came home from the hospital, our whole family was so much more relaxed. I began to understand how valuable the people around me are. I learned to stop taking my grandfather's company for granted and to make an effort to interact with him every day, fearing that I would never get another chance.
By GuyDussek3 years ago in Fiction
Take it as it comes
When I was a kid, I dreaded school days because it meant facing a series of "bad luck" again. One day, my mother sent me to school, and as soon as I entered the classroom, I smelled a strange smell. It turned out to be a "surprise" from my classmate, Ming, who had given me a rotten and smelly egg during the holidays! The class laughed, and the teacher looked terrible from the stench. Ming was punished, and I couldn't avoid being dragged along with him.
By GuyDussek3 years ago in Fiction
The Theft of Fate
They called me a thief, but I was an artist, the maestro of the heist. And as long as the night whispered my name, I would continue to dance in its darkness.
By William Saint Val3 years ago in Fiction
Acceptance
After taking my dad's "first lesson", I began to learn to have fun in all kinds of bad luck. Slowly, I was able to take the accidents and setbacks around me in stride, which made life a lot easier.
By GuyDussek3 years ago in Fiction
Story by the Letterbox
This is a fictional story I wrote for a writing prompt to write a letter from a soldier to their love waiting for them at home, as a series of letters between them.
By VJHD3 years ago in Fiction
Close To My Chest
Tobacco and bourbon heavy on his breath and a hand gently tilting my chin up to meet his stubbled lips, he kisses me softly. He was the sweet, passionate type you lose yourself to if you get high enough, but I keep my eyes open, focused. This is nothing more than a rescue mission; a second attempt to correct the mistake I made.
By Miss Riggie3 years ago in Fiction