Microfiction
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
