Flash Stories

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 …

Higher Dimensions

dehongi Feb. 1, 2024, 8:09 a.m.

She was a human, and she lived in the third dimension. She was unaware of the existence of higher dimensions, where more intelligent species lived. She was happy with her life, or so she thought.

He was a zetan, and he lived in the fifth dimension. He was aware of the existence of lower dimensions, where less intelligent species lived. He was bored with his life, and he wanted some entertainment.

He found her, through a device that could scan and manipulate lower dimensions. He was fascinated by her, by her appearance, her emotions, her actions. He decided to play with her, to influence her, to experiment with her.

He changed her, without her knowing. He altered her memories, her feelings, her choices. He made her fall in love, he made her break up, he made her suffer. He enjoyed watching her, laughing at her, controlling her.

He broke her, …

The mortal world is not worth worrying about

khayam Feb. 1, 2024, 8:25 a.m.

ای دوست بیا تا غم فردا نخوریم
وین یکدم عمر را غنیمت شمریم

فردا که ازین دیر فنا در گذریم
با هفت هزار سالگان سر بسریم

O friend, come so we don't worry about tomorrow
And let's take advantage of this once in a lifetime

Tomorrow we will pass this mortal world
We are equal to seven thousand old years people

Story:

He was a philosopher, and he loved wisdom. He loved to think, to question, to learn. He believed that wisdom was the essence of life, the way to understand the world, the way to transcend it.

She was a poet, and she loved beauty. She loved to write, to rhyme, to sing. She believed that beauty was the essence of life, the way to appreciate the world, the way to enjoy it.

They met at a tavern, drinking the same wine. He was searching for the meaning of life, she was celebrating …

Don't Look Nor Touch

khayam Jan. 27, 2024, 12:48 p.m.

یا رب تو جمال آن مه مهر انگیز
آراسته ای به سنبل و عنبر نیز

پس حکم چنان کنی که در وی منگر
پس حکم چنان بود که کجدار و مریض

O Lord, you made the beauty of that lovely mist
Adorned with hyacinth and amber as well

So you rule me not to look at her
So the rules has problems in this matter

Story:

He had seen her only once, in the garden of the palace. She was the daughter of the vizier, and he was a poor poet. He had been invited to recite his verses for the king, but his eyes were drawn to her instead. She was like a vision of paradise, with her dark hair and fair skin, her eyes shining like stars, and her lips like rose petals. She wore a dress of silk and jewels, and smelled of hyacinth and amber.

He knew he could never …

A Glimmer Of Hope

dehongi Jan. 16, 2024, 4:02 p.m.

He saw the wrinkles around his eyes, the gray hairs on his temples, the sagging skin on his cheeks. He saw the marks of regret on his face.

He was 40, and he had nothing to show for it.

He had always blamed others for his failures. His parents, his teachers, his friends. They had never given him what he needed, what he deserved.

But now, he knew the truth. He was the only one to blame. He had wasted his life chasing after things that didn't matter, and he had let his fears control him.

He had never taken any risks. He had never dared to dream big, or to put himself out there. And as a result, he had never achieved anything.

He had given up on himself.

But he also saw a glimmer of hope. He saw a chance to change his life.

He made a decision …

sweet gaze.

ziamaiko Feb. 3, 2024, 7:44 a.m.

چاقوی زرین‌نگارش را محکم در دست گرفت. انگار قرار بود لیز بخورد و نابود شود. خودش هم اطمینان کامل را به خودش نداشت. انگار در همین لحظه چیزها قرار بود نابود شوند.
دختر‌ک ضعیف رو به رویش روی زمین افتاده بود. دیگر تکان نمی‌خورد. نه اینکه نمی‌توانست تکان بخورد، دیگر نمی‌خواست که تکان بخورد!
«این.. خنجر پدرمه.»
«می‌دونم. اون قبلا کسی رو باهاش نکشته، اینطور نیست؟»
او اخم می‌کند. «پس با چیزهای دیگه مردم رو کشته.»
«هنوز در گوشه‌ای از ذهنم این باور وجود داره که اون مرد خوبی بوده.»
داد می‌زند. «هیچ‌کدوم از مردم خوبی اون رو نمی‌گن!»
هرگاه مردم می‌گفتند کسی خداست، حتما بود. و اگر می‌گفتند آن شخص لجن است، حتما بود. هرچه مردم می‌گفتند شخص همان بود. و انسان همان می‌شد. روال طبیعی همین بود!
دخترک به چشم‌های تاریکش نگاه کرد. «من وقتی بچه بودم تلاش می‌کردم با شیطان صحبت کنم تا شاید فرد خوبی بشه‌‌. من می‌تونم تورو هم آدم بهتری کنم.»
«شیطان با …

Blind Love

hafiz Jan. 18, 2024, 1:45 p.m.

She had always loved him from afar, but he never noticed her. He was too busy chasing after other women, who only broke his heart and left him in despair. She wished he would see her for who she was, a faithful friend and a devoted lover, who would never hurt him or betray him. She knew he was the one for her, even if he didn't feel the same.

One day, she decided to take a risk and confess her feelings to him. She wrote him a letter, pouring out her soul and quoting Hafiz Shirazi's verses:

> I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness,
> The astonishing light of your own being.

> Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth,
> "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that.
> It lights up the whole sky. …

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 …

A Silent Prayer For Her Liberation

hamed Jan. 14, 2024, 5:53 p.m.

In the quiet solitude of his room, amidst the chaos of his unrequited love, sat Ethan, a young man trapped in the labyrinth of his unspoken affections. His heart beat a melancholic rhythm, yearning for the attention of a girl named Emily, a captivating symphony of beauty and grace.

Emily was a whirlwind of laughter and sunshine, her smile capable of melting away the harshest of winters. Yet, her radiance was dimmed by the shadow of a toxic relationship, a suffocating entanglement that pained Ethan to witness.

His love for Emily was a fragile seedling, nurtured by stolen glances and hushed conversations. He admired her from afar, his heart overflowing with unspoken words, his courage stifled by an invisible wall of fear.

The more Ethan observed Emily's suffering, the more his heart ached. The sight of her tears, the sound of her muffled cries, were like daggers piercing his soul. …

The Last Wish

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:02 p.m.

He had one wish left. He had wasted the first two on trivial things: a new car, a promotion. He regretted them now, as he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by machines and tubes. He wished he had spent more time with his family, his friends, his true love. He wished he had lived a more meaningful life.

He closed his eyes and whispered his final wish to the genie, who had been his faithful companion for the last ten years.

"I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again."

The genie nodded and snapped his fingers.

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face smiling at him.

"Happy birthday, son. You're 18 today. What are you going to do with your life?"

He smiled back, tears of joy in his eyes.

"Everything!"