Microfiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Wealth was prolific in Vargos, even amidst the dizzying levels of poverty that existed beside it. There was the wealth of the corporations and those who served them. There was the wealth of those who carved out a niche in the black market. There was even the wealth of those who simply got lucky, escaping poverty through sheer dumb luck and minor chance.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
End of the World Party
The city is buzzing, but not in the way it used to. It’s not the kind of excitement that comes from dreams of the future, from ambition, from progress. No, this is the last flicker of a dying flame—the desperate rush of people trying to feel something before it all goes dark.
By Ghostface Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
“Hey! Get below deck and make sure that crate is sealed and ready for delivery. I’m not getting aethered by the Reds because you couldn’t handle your duties. Let’s go!” Captain Mwangi spat. He was tense this morning, and more so than usual for a drop-off with the Reds, even though half of his trips to Vargos involved delivering cargo to them.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The Scarlet Sentinel
"Everything you have should be mine!" "I'm coming for you!" "You're mine!" As Danica Walsh stood in the ring, a number of the threats hurled at her for the last five months were remained in her mind. The perpetrator of said threats was her opponent, who was making her way to the ring. Enter the Scarlet Sentinel, a masked villainess donning a cape and a full red and gold bodysuit. The Sentinel's identity was a mystery entering this bout, but what wasn't a mystery was the attacks delivered by the Sentinel in the five months that have passed since debuting at Alpha Wrestling Revolution.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Am pregnant for a theif. AI-Generated.
As a skilled thief, Lena had always been able to rely on her quick wit, agility and stealth to get her out of sticky situations. But now, as she stood in front of the mirror staring at her growing belly, she couldn't help but feel like her whole world was being turned upside down. She was pregnant. Lena had always been careful, always taken precautions to avoid this exact situation. But somehow, someway she had gotten caught off guard. And now, as she faced the reality of her situation, Lena couldn't help but wonder how she was going to continue her life as carrying a child of a thief. She had always been a solo act, never staying in one place for too long, always looking over her shoulder. But with a baby on the way, Lena knew that she couldn't keep living that way. She thought about reaching out to her old partner, Jack but she knew that he would just try to talk her into giving up the life altogether. And Lena wasn't ready to do that. Not yet, anyway. So, she did the only thing she could think of she started to plan. She began to scope out new targets, ones that would be easier to hit now that she was... compromised. She started to save up money, knowing that she would need it to take care of her baby. And she started to think about finding a new place to live, somewhere safe and secure. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Lena began to realize just how hard it was going to be to balance her life with a child and with her new role as a mother to be. She was constantly tired, her back ached from the weight of her growing belly and she couldn't seem to get her mind off from the source of the baby she was carrying knowing that she is going to have a child for an unknown thief that repped her because they could not get money from her when they came to rob her. One night, as she was casing a potential target, Lena felt a sudden kick from the baby. She gasped, startled and almost lost her footing on the rooftop. As she caught her breath, Lena couldn't help but laugh. This was crazy. This child am carrying is the blood of a thief, for crying out loud! She wasn't supposed to have a baby for a thief and worrying about diapers and daycare. But as she looked down at her belly, Lena felt a surge of love and protectiveness. She was going to be a mother and she was going to do whatever it took to provide for her baby. Even if it meant giving up the life. Lena took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolve wash over her. She was going to have to find a new way to live, even if is stealing and scheming as the child father does . It wouldn't be easy, but Lena was determined to make it work. For her baby's sake, she was willing to do anything. As she made her way back down to the streets, Lena felt a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in a long time. She was going to be okay. She was going to be a good mother. And she was going to leave the life of a spinster behind, once and for all. *A New Path* Lena's decision to leave the life of a good mother was not an easy one. She had spent years honing her skills, building a reputation and making a name for herself in the underworld. But as she looked down at her growing belly, Lena knew that she had to make a change. She had to survive by getting a job any job that can sustain her and her baby, especially now that she had a baby to think about but also she didn't know how and where to get a job at this her condition. So, she started to make plans. She began to sell off her important stuffs in her house, using the money to set up a new life for herself and her baby. She found a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood, and started to furnish it with second hand furniture and baby supplier. But she knew that she had made the right decision. She was going to be a mother, and she needed to put her baby's needs first. As the months passed, Lena settled into her new life. She later found a job as a waitress at a local diner and started to make friends with the other mothers in the neighborhood. She also started to take classes, learning new skills and hobbies that she could enjoy with her baby. She discovered a love of painting and started to create beautiful works of art that she could hang in her new home. As she looked around at her new life, Lena felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had left the life of a street normal spinster behind, and had found a new path that was filled with promise and possibility. And as she held her newborn baby in her arms, Lena knew that she had made the right decision. She was a mother now and she was ready to face whatever challenges came her way. Epilogue: Lena's baby boy, Max, grew up to be a happy and healthy child. Lena continued to work as a waitress and also started to sell her artwork at local galleries. She never forgot her past of how she was pregnanted by a thief, but she never looked back either. She was too busy building a new life for herself and her son, and enjoying every moment of it. Years later, when Max was old enough to ask about his father, Lena sat him down and told him the whole story. She told him about how the father ripped her and got her pregnant , the pain and suffering she went through alone without nobody to help because she was an orphan raised by her grandmother who died after she was beaten by a snake in her farm, and how she was left alone to fetch for herself when the money leanders collected her grandmother’s farm because they borrowed money for her treatment thinking she will get back on her fit and repay them but unfortunately she did not make it . But she also told him about the dangers, the risks, and the consequences. She told him about the decision she had made to leave the life behind and about the new path she had chosen. Max listened with wide eyes, fascinated by his mother's story. And when she finished he looked up at her with a sense of pride and admiration. "I'm glad you made the right decision, Mom," he said. Lena smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. She knew that she had made the right decision and that she had found a new path that was filled with promise and possibility.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Mizuki wasn’t like other cats. She was the sole survivor of her mother’s second litter, a fighter and a survivor in a city where life for a stray was either one defined by abundance or one defined by scarcity, and the latter tended to be far more likely. Mizuki was lucky enough to be picked up by a young human girl when she was a kitten years ago though, so abundance was her normal now. The girl lived above a row of convenience stores where lots of humans came and went, leaving a great deal of trash that brought mice and rats right to Mizuki’s doorstep. She hardly had to leave the warmth of one of the stores to grab a plump rodent for dinner when it rained.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
