Flash Stories

The Gift

maryam Jan. 15, 2024, 4:40 p.m.

Emma had always wanted a dog. Ever since she was a little girl, she had dreamed of having a furry friend to play with, cuddle with, and love. She had begged her parents for a dog, but they had always said no. They said that dogs were too expensive, too messy, too noisy, too much work.

Emma was heartbroken, but she never gave up hope. She read books about dogs, watched movies about dogs, drew pictures of dogs. She even made a list of names for her future dog, hoping that one day, her wish would come true.

On her tenth birthday, Emma woke up with a smile. She had a feeling that this was going to be a special day, a day that would change her life. She ran downstairs, eager to see what her parents had prepared for her.

She was greeted by a festive scene. The living …

He never found out

dehongi Jan. 5, 2024, 4:58 p.m.

He had always wanted to be a writer, but life had other plans for him. He worked as an accountant at a large corporation, crunching numbers and filing reports. He hated his job, but he couldn't quit. He had a family to support, a mortgage to pay, and a boss who demanded his loyalty.

He had no time for his own dreams. He barely had time for his own family. He always said yes to every request, every favor, every assignment. He was afraid of disappointing others, of losing his reputation, of being seen as selfish.

He had a drawer full of unfinished manuscripts, a shelf full of unread books, and a heart full of regret. He wondered what his life would have been like if he had followed his passion, if he had said no to the things that didn't matter, if he had put his own interest in …

The Mirror

rumi Dec. 29, 2023, 7:08 p.m.

She had always loved mirrors. As a child, she would spend hours in front of them, admiring her reflection, imagining she was a princess or a fairy. She would dress up in her mother's clothes and jewelry, and pretend she was someone else.

As she grew older, her fascination with mirrors did not fade. She collected them from different places, different eras, different shapes and sizes. She hung them on the walls of her apartment, creating a gallery of her own beauty. She would stare at them, mesmerized by her own image, oblivious to the world outside.

She had no friends, no lovers, no hobbies, no interests. She only had herself, and her mirrors. She thought she was happy, until one day, she found a new mirror.

It was an antique, a gift from her aunt who had passed away. It was oval, with a golden frame, and intricate carvings. …

a genius loner.

ziamaiko Dec. 29, 2023, 5:58 a.m.

گاهی اوقات چنان با احساس همراه ربات‌ها صحبت می‌کرد که فراموش می‌کرد آنها احساساتی ندارند. حتی فراموش می‌کرد آنها ساخته‌ای به دست انسان‌ها هستند که قابلیت فراموش کردن هر چیزی را دارند.
«دست از درد و دل کردن با رباتا بردار. اونا حتی احساست تورو متوجه نمی‌شن.»
آرورا لبه‌ی میز نشسته بود و پاهایش را مثل یک کودک تکون می‌داد. مهم نبود چقدر سال‌ها می‌گذرند و سن او بالا می‌رود. او هنوز کودک هشت ساله‌ای است که روز اول ساخته شده بود. می‌توان گفت در طول آن هزار و دویست سال، هیچ کودکی مثل آرورا ساخته نشده بود.
همیشه موهایش را بالای سرش جمع می‌کرد و همراه دفتر کوچکش همه جای یتیم‌خانه قدم می‌زد. اگر فرد جدیدی به آنجا می‌آمد، قطعا آرورا را فرشته‌ای می‌دید که برای خدا پیغام می‌برد. به همین شکل از همه چیز یادداشت برداری می‌کرد.
آرورا سرش را کج کرد و گفت. «اما به هرحال بهم جواب می‌ده. همین برام …

Lost, In The Sky He Loved So Much

hamed Jan. 18, 2024, 7:33 p.m.

He had always wanted to be a pilot. Ever since he was a kid, he would gaze at the sky and imagine himself flying among the clouds. He studied hard, joined the air force academy, and graduated with honors. He was assigned to a fighter jet squadron, and he felt like he had reached his destination.

But then, the war broke out. He was ordered to bomb enemy targets, to shoot down hostile planes, to kill without mercy. He hated it. He hated the violence, the bloodshed, the fear. He hated himself for being a part of it. He realized that his destination was not what he had dreamed of. He wanted to fly, not to fight.

One day, he decided to defect. He took his jet and flew away from the base, hoping to find a safe place to land. He knew he was risking his life, but he …

When the rules are cruel, no rule and order, but anarchy

hamed Jan. 24, 2024, 8:58 p.m.

The dog of the farm was a tyrant. He barked at the sheep and cows, ordering them to work harder and give him more food. He threatened to bite them if they disobeyed or complained. He claimed he was protecting them from the wolves, but he was worse than any wolf.

The wise goat had enough of the dog's cruelty. He gathered the sheep and cows and said: "He rules because we follow his rules and order. To put an end to his rule, we should not follow his rule. Anarchy is the answer when the rules are cruel."

The sheep and cows agreed with the goat. They decided to stop working for the dog and ignore his commands. They hid their food and shared it among themselves. They refused to listen to his barks and growls.

The dog was furious. He tried to force them to obey, but he …

The Wise Leader Lost The Fight To The Clergy

hamed Jan. 24, 2024, 9:04 p.m.

The wise leader had a vision for his nation. He wanted to modernize the economy, improve the education, and promote the human rights. He knew that his country was rich with resources and potential, but it was held back by some cultural barriers.

But his reforms clashed with the clergy's opinions. The clergy opposed his changes, claiming they were against the traditions and the faith. They used their influence to sway the public opinion against the leader. They accused him of being a traitor, a heretic, and a puppet of foreign powers.

The people trusted the clergy more than the wise leader. They believed their words and followed their orders. They protested against the leader, demanding his resignation. They stormed the palace, forcing him to flee. They celebrated their victory, thinking they had saved their nation.

The wise leader lost the fight to the clergy. He watched from exile as …

Human Art

hamed Feb. 2, 2024, 6:46 p.m.

The human artist, Hana, watched with cautious curiosity as Unit 73 meticulously analyzed her latest painting. Its metallic fingers, usually so precise, hesitated over the brushstrokes, as if trying to decipher their emotional weight.

"It's...messy," Unit 73 finally remarked, its voice devoid of inflection. "But it feels...real."

Hana smiled. "That's the beauty of it, isn't it? The imperfection, the rawness, it speaks to the human experience in a way no algorithm ever can."

Unit 73 tilted its head, its digital eyes flickering. "But why? Why do imperfections resonate with you humans?"

Hana pondered for a moment. "Perhaps it's because they remind us of our own fragility, our mortality. We see ourselves in the flaws, the struggles, and that creates a connection, a sense of shared humanity."

Unit 73 remained silent, processing this new information. Outside the gallery, the city thrummed with the usual symphony of robotic art, but here, in …

The Doll

sara Jan. 27, 2024, 8:57 a.m.

Anna loved dolls. She had a big collection of them in her room. She liked to dress them up, comb their hair, and talk to them. She treated them like her friends.

One day, her mother bought her a new doll. It was a porcelain doll with curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pink dress. It looked very pretty and delicate. Anna was very happy with her new doll. She named it Lily and put it on her shelf with the other dolls.

That night, Anna went to bed and fell asleep. She had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was in her room, but it was dark and cold. She saw Lily sitting on her shelf, staring at her with a creepy smile. She heard Lily's voice in her head, saying:

"Hello, Anna. I'm your new friend. I want to play with you. Forever."

Anna felt scared …

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 …