Flash Stories

Financial Independance Equals Being Wealthy?

dehongi Jan. 11, 2024, 5:24 p.m.

Sarah and David were two friends who grew up in the same neighborhood. Sarah was always ambitious and hardworking, and she eventually became a successful lawyer. David, on the other hand, was more laid-back and preferred to pursue his passions, which included playing music and writing.

Sarah was very proud of her career and her financial success. She had a big house, a fancy car, and all the latest gadgets. However, Sarah was often stressed and unhappy. She worked long hours and was constantly worried about money.

David, on the other hand, was much happier. He didn't have a lot of money, but he didn't need it. He was able to live comfortably on his music and writing income, and he had a lot of free time to pursue his passions.

Sarah and David often talked about their different lives. Sarah often envied David's freedom and happiness, while David often …

Who Owns His Time

dehongi Jan. 11, 2024, 5:14 p.m.

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless hum of urban life, resided a man named Ethan, who had discovered the profound truth that those who wielded complete dominion over their time were often the most contented souls.

Ethan, unlike many of his peers, didn't succumb to the tyranny of the clock, allowing his schedule to dictate his days. Instead, he took command of his time, carving out precious moments for his passions and pursuits, ensuring that each day unfolded in a symphony of self-fulfillment.

He rose early each morning, greeting the dawn with a sense of purpose, not as a prelude to another day of obligations, but as an opportunity to embrace the beauty of the world around him. He would embark on invigorating runs through serene parks, allowing the fresh air to invigorate his mind and body, before settling into his cozy study …

The Astonishing Light Of Your Own Being

hafiz Jan. 10, 2024, 8:23 p.m.

I wish I could show you
When you are lonely or in darkness
The astonishing light
Of your own being.

Hafiz

Story:

She had always felt lonely and lost in the world. She had no friends, no family, no purpose. She wandered the streets, looking for a place to belong, but found none. She felt like a shadow, invisible and insignificant.

One day, she saw a poster on a wall. It advertised a poetry reading at a nearby cafe. She felt a strange curiosity and decided to go. She entered the cafe and sat in a corner, watching the people around her. They seemed happy and lively, chatting and laughing. She felt even more alone.

Then, a man came to the stage. He had a gentle smile and a warm voice. He introduced himself as a poet and said he would read some of his favorite poems by Hafiz. He opened a …

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

khayam Jan. 10, 2024, 8:13 p.m.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Story:

He stared at the screen, his fingers trembling. He had just sent the most important email of his life, the one that could make or break his career. He had spent months working on the project, pouring his heart and soul into it. He had sacrificed his sleep, his health, his relationships, all for this moment. He had proofread the email a hundred times, making sure everything was perfect. He had attached the file, checked the recipient, and hit send.

But as soon as he did, he realized his mistake. He had sent the wrong file. The file that contained his personal notes, his doubts, his criticisms, his frustrations. The file that revealed his true feelings about the …

You Win When You Face What You Fear The Most

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 5:15 p.m.

He had always been terrified of public speaking. He would stutter, sweat, and shake whenever he had to face a crowd. He avoided it at all costs, even if it meant missing out on opportunities and experiences.

But one day, he had no choice. He had to give a speech at his cousin's wedding, in front of hundreds of relatives and guests. He tried to prepare, but he was too nervous to remember anything. He hoped for the best, but he expected the worst.

And the worst happened. He got on the stage, and he froze. He forgot his words, he mumbled, he choked. He heard the laughter, the whispers, the pity. He felt the humiliation, the shame, the despair. He ran off the stage, and he wished he could disappear.

But he couldn't. Because his speech was recorded, and it went viral. It was everywhere, on social media, on …

Misereable Proud

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 5:05 p.m.

He was a devout man, who followed his religion with zeal and fervor. He believed that his faith was the only true one, and that everyone else was either misguided or evil. He hated those who did not share his beliefs, and he shunned them from his life.

He thought he was doing God's will, but he was actually isolating himself from the world. He had no friends, no love, no joy. He only had his dogma, his rituals, his rules. He lived in fear and anger, and he spread them to others.

He never realized how much he was missing out on. He never experienced the beauty of diversity, the richness of culture, the warmth of compassion. He never learned from other perspectives, other experiences, other values. He never grew as a person, as a human being.

He died alone, bitter, and unhappy. He had lived a miserable life, …

The Old Teenager

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 4:52 p.m.

He always wanted to be young and free. He never settled down, never committed to anything, never took any risks. He lived like a teenager, chasing after fun and excitement, avoiding responsibility and consequences. He thought he had all the time in the world to do what he wanted.

But one day, he woke up and realized he was 45. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the wrinkles, the gray hair, the sagging skin. He felt the aches, the pains, the fatigue. He wondered what he had done with his life.

He had no family, no friends, no career, no achievements. He had wasted his youth on trivial things, and now he had nothing to show for it. He had missed out on the opportunities that life had offered him, and now they were gone forever.

He wished he could go back and do things differently. He …

the past and the future.

ziamaiko Jan. 9, 2024, 11:10 a.m.

گاهی واقعیت آن‌قدر دردناک است که تا مغز استخوان‌مان را می‌سوزاند. و ما هم هیچ‌کاری نمی‌توانیم بکنیم.
من هم برای واقعیت، کتاب خواندن را انتخاب کردم. انگار که دنیایش، مرا به زندگی می‌آورد و شخصیت‌هایش به من مکانی برای آرامش می‌دادند.
اما حتی کتاب‌ها هم همیشه خوشحالت نمی‌کند.
آن کتاب به احساسات من ضربه‌ی بزرگی زد. می‌خواستم تکه‌پاره‌ش کنم و آتشش بزنم. اما بعد به خاطر آوردم واقعیت را هرگز‌ نمی‌توانم آتش بزنم.
عمیقا دلم می‌خواست در این قلمروی انسانی یک بهشت وجود داشته باشد، جایی که ما بتوانیم برای بقیه عمرمان همدیگر را همراهی کنیم ولی هرگز به گذشته اشاره نکنیم، انگار آن گذشته هرگز رخ نداده بود.
در هر صورت برای ورود به آینده، باید گذشته را رها کرد. اما گذشته‌ام با قدرتی شدید چنان به من چسبیده است که احساس می‌کنم در زمان گیر کرده‌ام.
فقط ایستاده‌ام. هیچ‌چیز دیگر ناراحتم نمی‌کند. و هیچ‌چیز هم خوشحالم نمی‌کند. حتی هیچ‌چیز‌ هم مرا نمی‌ترساند.
از نظر …

happiness.

ziamaiko Jan. 9, 2024, 10:49 a.m.

از آن ابتدا، مشخص بود که او بی‌نهایت باهوش است. در واقع از همان سنین پایین همه می‌دانستند که او نابغه است. اما هرگز توجه‌ای کافی نگرفت تا از آن موهبت در راه خوبی استفاده کند.
نامش را موروس گذاشتند. معنی سرنوشت می‌دهد. شخصی است که به بدترین چیزی که می‌تواند اتفاق بی‌افتد فکر می‌کند و بسیار منفی‌نگر است.
هرگز پدرش را ندید. مادرش به او می‌گفت پدرش برای پیدا کردن خوشحالی واقعی آن‌ها را ترک کرده است. تصور می‌کرد پدرش او را دلیل ناراحتی می‌دانسته.
زمانی که تنها سه سال داشت، مادرش جلوی او، درست جلوی چشمانش، خودکشی کرد و او هیچ‌کاری جز تماشا کردن انجام نداد‌.
او آنقدر از تغییر ناگهانی احساستش در یک لحظه ترسید که فقط لبخند زد. انگار لبخند زدن او را به دنیایی که مادرش هنوز زنده بود برمی‌گرداند.
او می‌دانست باید برای مادر عزیزش احساس دلسوزی و غم بکند. واقعا هم چنین احساسی داشت. اما باید حقیقتی …

The Hobbyist

hamed Jan. 7, 2024, 12:49 p.m.

He had poured his heart and soul into his start-up, a revolutionary app that would change the way people communicate. He had worked tirelessly for years, sacrificing his health, his relationships, and his sanity. He had invested all his savings, borrowed money from friends and family, and even mortgaged his house.

But it was all for nothing. His app failed to attract users, his competitors stole his ideas, and his investors pulled out. He was left with nothing but debt, despair, and depression. He had to declare bankruptcy, sell his house, and move into a tiny apartment. He had no job, no income, no future.

He had only one thing left: his hobby. He loved to paint, ever since he was a kid. He had a small collection of brushes, paints, and canvases that he kept in a corner of his apartment. He painted whenever he had some free time, …