Flash Stories

Millions in the Muck

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 7:21 p.m.

Terry Mulligan, recently crowned the UK’s newest lottery millionaire, stood knee-deep in muck, holding a drain rod in one hand and a soggy pair of boxer shorts in the other. The irony wasn’t lost on him. His mate Dave leaned against the van, scrolling his phone, the company logo "Drain Kings: No Block Too Tough!" peeling slightly on the side.

“Oi, Terry,” Dave called, grinning. “The Sun’s runnin’ a piece on you again. ‘Millionaire Terry still clearing drains – what a lad!’ You’re famous, mate!”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, fame doesn’t unblock pipes, does it? Hand me the jetter.”

It had been two weeks since his £12 million jackpot win. The newspapers couldn’t get enough of him. “Salt of the Earth,” they called him. “Man of the People.” Every morning, reporters camped outside his flat, desperate to catch him on his way to work in his beat-up van, …

The Great Railway Sheet Heist

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 7:19 p.m.

The train whistle blew as the Rajdhani Express pulled into New Delhi Railway Station. Passengers shuffled off the train, hauling suitcases, duffel bags, and an assortment of oddly shaped bundles. Among them was Mr. Mehta, a middle-aged man sweating profusely despite the cool December air. He looked calm, but his suitcase groaned under the weight of its contents.

Behind him, Mrs. Singh, an elderly woman with a suspiciously lumpy handbag, was walking with exaggerated nonchalance. Meanwhile, a group of college students stood at the edge of the platform, trying not to giggle as one of them stuffed a pillow into his backpack.

The TTE (Traveling Ticket Examiner), Mr. Sharma, stood at the exit, arms crossed. He had seen it all: fake tickets, illegal stowaways, even someone trying to smuggle a parrot. But today, he had a hunch. Something was off.

“Random luggage check,” Sharma barked, blocking the exit. “Step aside, …

Chai-tanic Mishap

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 7:10 p.m.

Aman "The Snack Guy" Sharma, a mid-tier YouTuber known for his over-the-top food reviews, was live-streaming to his 50,000 subscribers from his tiny Mumbai apartment. Today’s episode: "Rating the Best Chai in Mumbai from Zomato!"

“Alright, folks,” Aman said, adjusting his camera. “I ordered the classic cutting chai from ‘Aunty’s Authentic Chaiwala.’ Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.”

The doorbell rang. Aman grabbed the Zomato bag with dramatic flair, hyping up his audience. “And here it is, my liquid gold! Let’s—”

He paused mid-sentence, pulling out not chai but a plastic container of dal makhani.

The chat exploded:
_‘Bro, chai turned into lunch! 😂’
‘Aunty’s dal makhani review incoming?’

“Wait, what?!” Aman said, holding the container up to the camera. “This is NOT chai. Unless… it’s some revolutionary new chai dal fusion I don’t know about.”

He immediately switched into “angry customer mode” and dialed Zomato support, putting the …

The Legend of Perry the Donkey

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 7:09 p.m.

The sun was setting over the rolling hills of a small ranch in Hemet, California, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender. A group of reporters, filmmakers, and locals had gathered near the barn, their murmurs blending with the braying of distant donkeys. The mood was solemn but tinged with the surreal hilarity that Perry would have wanted.

Perry the Donkey, the unsung legend behind one of Hollywood’s most beloved characters, had passed away peacefully that morning at the ripe old age of 33. The ranch owner, Miss Dottie, stood before the crowd, clutching a faded photo of Perry next to Eddie Murphy at the premiere of Shrek.

“Perry was more than just a donkey,” Dottie began, her voice cracking with emotion. “He had a spark—something that caught the eye of a DreamWorks animator visiting the farm 25 years ago.”

According to the story, the animator had come …

Cybertruck Kaboom

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 7:06 p.m.

The year had barely begun, and it was already off to a wild start. Outside the posh facade of the Starlight Regency Hotel, nestled in downtown Los Angeles, a gleaming Tesla Cybertruck idled loudly, drawing both admiration and skepticism from passersby. Its angular, alien design still turned heads, despite having been on the market for years.

The truck belonged to Marcus Stokes, a self-proclaimed tech influencer who had driven it cross-country to attend the "Tech Titans of Tomorrow" conference. His plan? Park it out front, blast techno remixes of Elon Musk interviews from its custom sound system, and bask in the glow of viral attention.

Unfortunately for Marcus, the Cybertruck had other ideas.

It started with a low hum—subtle, almost soothing. Pedestrians nearby paused to gawk, thinking the truck’s experimental solar panels were about to deploy some kind of futuristic transformation. Then came the thud. Not loud enough to cause …

Ticket to Trouble

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:49 p.m.

Olivia had been waiting for months. The Coldplay concert was finally happening, and she’d managed to snag the most coveted tickets in the city—front row, VIP access, the whole package. She’d been dreaming about it nonstop, even practicing her “unofficial” Coldplay dance moves in the living room when no one was watching. The concert was in two days, and she had the tickets tucked safely in her bedside drawer, where she would never forget them.

But life, as always, had other plans.

On the morning of the concert, Olivia had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the unmistakable sound of frantic rummaging. Her housemaid, Maria, was clearly in one of her "cleaning moods." Olivia sighed, knowing that Maria’s cleaning rituals often involved tossing things that weren’t nailed down. She rushed into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, to find Maria organizing the room with military precision.

“Maria, …

The ChatGPT Cure

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:47 p.m.

Karen had never been a fan of going to the doctor. The waiting rooms, the endless paperwork, the awkward small talk with the receptionist—no, thank you. So when she started feeling sick one Tuesday, her first instinct wasn’t to call her physician. It was to ask ChatGPT.

She sat down on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, and opened her laptop. “ChatGPT,” she typed, “I have a headache, fever, and a strange rash on my left elbow. What do I have?”

Within seconds, the AI responded: It could be a number of things, but based on your symptoms, it seems likely you have a rare but serious condition called ‘Acute Rashitis.’ It's very uncommon, but it can lead to complications. Please seek immediate medical attention.

Karen stared at the screen. Rare but serious? She frowned. Could it really be that serious? She was no doctor, but she …

The Diplomatic Dog

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:45 p.m.

When a stray dog named Max trotted across the new Romania-Hungary border, no one—least of all Max himself—had any idea it would be the start of a diplomatic incident.

Max had never cared much for borders. He’d wandered freely between the small villages of both countries, chasing squirrels and sniffing out discarded sandwiches. But today was different. As he approached the newly established checkpoint, two guards were standing side by side, holding flags that looked suspiciously ceremonial for the sleepy morning. One waved the Romanian flag, the other the Hungarian one.

Max, ever the opportunist, saw the flags flapping in the wind and decided they looked like a perfect invitation for an impromptu game of fetch. He bolted forward, snatching the Romanian flag out of the guard’s hand with a swift, agile swipe.

"Hey!" yelled the Romanian guard, stumbling backward.

But before the Hungarian guard could react, Max zoomed to …

Ring of Stars

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:43 p.m.

It was a crisp morning when Juma first saw it—a massive metallic ring, gleaming under the African sun, lying in the middle of his family’s maize field. It had crashed overnight, its origin a mystery. The villagers had gathered around, whispering in awe and fear. Some said it was a satellite, others that it was a fallen star. But Juma, ever the dreamer, just saw something else.

He walked toward it, the ring nearly as tall as he was, its surface covered in strange etchings, pulsating faintly as though it had a heartbeat. His fingers brushed the cold metal, and the world seemed to quiet. The ring hummed, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through his bones.

“You’re… alive?” he whispered, half to himself.

Then, the hum shifted, a soft voice crackling through the air like static. “Yes, I am. Are you the one who touched me?”

Juma’s heart raced. …

The Pulse of Pomegranate Valley

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:28 p.m.

In Pomegranate Valley, every tree had a voice. Sensors embedded in the ancient orchards whispered to the village network, updating humidity levels, soil health, and even the ripeness of the fruit. The valley was alive in ways Farhad could never have imagined when he’d first returned from the city.

“Another tree’s stressed,” his sister Aylin said, glancing at her tablet as they walked through the grove. “Sector 12, row 8. Probably irrigation again.”

Farhad nodded, swiping his wristband. The smart irrigation system hummed to life, delivering a precise stream of water directly to the roots of the tree in question.

“You know,” he said, “I used to hate this place.”

Aylin smirked. “We know. You complained non-stop about how backward it was. Now you’re Chief Data Farmer.”

“Things changed.”

They walked past the solar array that powered the entire village, its panels gleaming under the midday sun. The community had …