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The Hoist. Second Place in Micro Heist Challenge.
She knew his shoe size, credit score, and medical history. His favorite comedian, restaurant, cup size, and position. He followed the dealership’s recommended vehicle maintenance schedule and called his mom every weekend. Videos and audios and socials, oh my. She knew him from every angle.
By Nicky Frankly3 years ago in Fiction
When All Freezes Over. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
In the dark, Scott and Hank met. They snaked through the hot alleys to the corner of C and 16. Scott silently pointed upwards at the window of a vacant apartment. There it was. Valued more than they made in a lifetime. How it managed to go unnoticed was a miracle.
By Chelas Montanye3 years ago in Fiction
Junkie. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge. Content Warning.
She didn't dream of being this way as a little girl. Life threw obstacles her way, and sometimes she was able to avoid them, while other times, they smacked her straight in the face. It's hard to find somewhere to lay the blame. But she faces it, every day, and trust, this cruel world never made anything easy. So she lights the match. She heats the spoon. And she sails away to lands unknown, hoping, just for one second, to escape. Because in her dreams, she's a dragon slayer and a princess. She can touch the clouds and sing with the stars. She can be anybody besides who she is now.
By Ashley Lima3 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
Harrisburg's Cache. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge. Content Warning.
Looting cleared out the non-perishables. Our gang got creative, foraging and hunting with traps, saving our ammo for the zombies. We ate a dog once. I had a rough time with it, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the most succulent meat I’ve had since beef. That’s a matter of perspective, since we’ve only managed to trap a few squirrels. They taste how you’d imagine, gamy as hell and their tiny bones difficult to navigate.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
In the night. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
Walnut Court is slumbering silently on this inky, starlit night. It's too beautiful for a crime. My small frame darts through the sky. I'll admit that while my physique is not intimidating, my diminutiveness affords me my greatest strength.
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Measures. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
The father’s song is a whisper of promise. It’s a tenor that emulates the strength of a lion with the beauty of a bird's morning chirp. It shakes like leaves rustling in the breeze. A caress. It’s calm like the sea. It's blinding. It burns. It pulls you to unfathomable depths. It makes even unmovable rocks cry out.
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet as Song. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
The large blackbird landed with a screech atop the high post fence. From his perch, he cocked his head sideways, surveying the long porch that ran the length of the pool. It was scattered with an array of items from last night’s party: empty and half-full glasses of champagne, beaded necklaces, discarded masks, and half-eaten food. Damn, but Fat Tuesday was one big party.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
The Artist. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
Dublin wasn't the first place Leroy saw himself, but it's where he'd ended up. He may be in a new city, but no need to completely reinvent himself. No, he intended to remain the conman he'd always fancied himself to be. That's precisely why when the opportunity arose, he felt the compulsion to go for it.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
From the Thief to His Daughter. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
Dear Isabel, Here's a lie about thieving. You’ve probably heard it before. A man in a suit wants to hang the Mona Lisa on the bare wall of his mansion. So he pulls together his closest friends, and they wine and dine their way into the museum; and elegantly—oh so elegantly—they lift the Mona Lisa from the exhibit. It sits in the mansion for the rest of its cold, still life, surrounded by chandeliers and gold leaf.
By Emma Gardner3 years ago in Fiction
