Flash Stories

The Eternal Night of Queen Yalda

hamed Dec. 20, 2024, 2:07 p.m.

In the ancient lands of Persia, beneath a sky strewn with stars and the glow of the full moon, the people of the empire gathered to honor Yalda Night, the longest night of the year. But few remembered the true origin of this sacred night—a tale of love, sacrifice, and defiance against the forces of darkness.

Centuries ago, Queen Yalda ruled over Persia with wisdom and grace. Her hair cascaded like the ink of midnight, and her eyes shimmered like the distant stars. It was said that she was blessed by Anahita, the goddess of water and fertility, who had gifted her with a voice that could calm raging storms and a heart that burned brighter than the sun.

In Yalda’s time, the shadowy div, Ahriman, sought to plunge the world into eternal darkness. Ahriman despised the light, for it revealed his weakness. He waged war against the heavens, sending …

The Price of Promises

hamed Oct. 20, 2024, 12:27 p.m.

Emma had loved Ethan since they were kids, back when they passed notes in math class and shared stolen moments beneath the bleachers. He was everything—the handsome, charming boy that every girl in school dreamed about. But it was Emma who had his heart. She wore that victory like a crown, marrying him just a few years after graduation. Their future seemed bright, even inevitable.

Ethan quickly rose in the world of business, taking risks that paid off handsomely. Their home was a picture of success, filled with the luxuries that others only wished for. And Emma, though she had everything, still harbored a question she couldn’t seem to let go.

“Do you still love me?” she asked, often enough that it became like a habit.

Ethan would smile, assuring her with words she needed to hear. But it was never enough. There was always a lingering shadow in her …

The Forgotten Club | Part Five

hamed Feb. 10, 2025, 9:46 a.m.

The rumbling of the cavern’s walls continued to echo through the space, but Olivia stood firm, clutching the book. The weight of the strange symbols and cryptic message gnawed at her thoughts, pushing her to understand more. There was something deeper here, something hidden not just beneath the school, but buried in the very fabric of the Mystery Solvers Club itself.

"We can't leave until we understand this," Olivia repeated, more to herself than anyone else. "There's a reason we found this. It's not just some old mystery. It's *the* mystery."

Jake, who had been eyeing the shifting floor with increasing unease, finally nodded. "You’re right. We've come this far. Let’s figure out what it means."

Maya stepped forward, her sharp mind always quick to process information. She examined the symbols on the book and compared them to the markings on the walls of the cavern. "These symbols... they match. …

The Forgotten Club | Part Three

hamed Feb. 10, 2025, 9:43 a.m.

The air grew colder as they descended the stone staircase, each step creaking underfoot. Olivia’s flashlight illuminated the walls, revealing moss and cobwebs, signs that the place had been forgotten for a long time. The stairs twisted downward into what seemed like a forgotten cellar, and the deeper they went, the more the sense of anticipation hung in the air.

“Are we sure this is safe?” Jake asked, his voice echoing strangely in the underground space. His grip tightened on his flashlight, and for a moment, he hesitated on the stairs.

“It has to be,” Maya said, her voice steady as ever. “The Mystery Solvers Club wouldn’t have left a clue if there wasn’t something important down here.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Olivia shined her light around the room. It was bigger than she expected—an old, empty space with stone walls and no windows. In the …

The Forgotten Club | Part Four

hamed Feb. 10, 2025, 9:45 a.m.

The hidden chamber was unlike anything they’d ever seen. The walls were lined with shelves filled with dust-covered books, strange artifacts, and odd trinkets that seemed to hum with a quiet energy. The air was thick with the scent of age and mystery, but the faint light ahead was their only guide.

Olivia led the group through the darkened room, her flashlight beam flickering as she moved. The source of the light came from an old pedestal in the center, where a small glass orb rested, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the room in a pale, almost ethereal light.

“Is this… a treasure?” Jake asked, his voice filled with awe as he stepped forward, reaching out toward the orb.

“No,” Maya replied quietly, her gaze fixed on the object with deep concentration. “It’s not a treasure. It’s something else. I can feel it.”

Olivia felt a strange tingle run …

Untold Stories

dehongi Jan. 31, 2024, 12:55 p.m.

He was a scientist, and he loved experiments. He loved to test, to observe, to discover. He believed that experiments were the essence of science, the way to understand the world, the way to make a difference.

He had a project, a secret project, a dangerous project. He had built a machine, a time machine, a prototype. He wanted to use it, to test it, to prove it. He wanted to travel in time, to see the past, to change the future.

He knew that he was not the first scientist, nor the last. He knew that many had tried and failed before him, and many would try and fail after him. He knew that he was just a speck in the cosmos, a blip in the timeline. He knew that he was mortal, and one day he would die.

But he also knew that he had a curiosity, and …

The Forgotten Club | Part Two

hamed Feb. 10, 2025, 9:41 a.m.

The following day, the group reconvened, all eager to dive deeper into the mystery that had been left untouched for so many years. Olivia, Jake, Maya, and Luke gathered in the school’s library once again, pouring over the journals they had discovered.

“‘The greatest mystery lies beneath us,’” Olivia read aloud, her voice filled with both wonder and a hint of nervousness. “What does that even mean? Beneath the school? Beneath the floorboards? Or something more… underground?”

Maya tapped her chin thoughtfully. “There’s a lot of weird stuff in this place. Could be literal—something hidden in the catacombs under the school. Or maybe it’s metaphorical, like, a hidden truth no one’s dared to uncover.”

“I don’t like the sound of catacombs,” Jake said, his face paling slightly. “The school’s been here for decades, and I bet there are things down there that should stay down there.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. …

The Forgotten King

hamed Dec. 23, 2024, 5:27 a.m.

The wind howled through the crumbling ruins of an ancient palace, buried deep within the Alborz mountains. Mehran, a wandering bard, stumbled upon the remnants of a courtyard. Marble lions guarded the entrance, their faces weathered but defiant. In the air lingered a faint hum, like a melody half-forgotten, tethered to the past.

He knelt beside a fountain, its water long dried, and sang an old verse:

"When night betrays the veil of dawn,
The rightful king shall yet be drawn."

No sooner had the words left his lips than the earth beneath him trembled. From the shadows emerged an old man cloaked in shimmering gold, his face obscured by a jeweled mask.

"Who dares disturb the silence of Siyavashgard?" The voice was thunderous, commanding reverence.

Mehran’s heart raced. "A seeker of truth," he replied, clutching his lyre. "Are you a specter, or are you... the king?"

The figure stepped closer, …

A Curtain Divides the World - Chapter 5: "Mythology of Girls"

dehongi Jan. 17, 2025, 6:41 p.m.

It started as a normal school day, or at least as normal as it could be in Arash's all-boys school, where chaos and testosterone-filled chatter reigned supreme. Mr. Akbari, their literature teacher, was scribbling on the blackboard, his usual monotone voice explaining the poetic structure of an ancient Persian poem.
Arash and Kian, sitting in the back row, were engaged in a silent but heated argument over whether Superman or Rostam would win in a fight. Kian was adamant that Rostam’s divine gifts would give him the edge, while Arash was convinced that Superman’s heat vision would make quick work of Rostam’s armor.
“Boys!” Mr. Akbari barked, his chalk snapping in half from the force of his exasperation. “If you’re going to argue, at least argue about something meaningful. Like… I don’t know… poetry.”
“Sorry, sir,” Arash said quickly, nudging Kian to shut up before they got detention.
Mr. Akbari sighed and turned back …

The Last Child

dehongi Jan. 31, 2024, 3:03 p.m.

The Last Child

She was the last child born on Earth. Her parents named her Hope, but they knew it was a futile gesture. The world was overrun by the undead, the living corpses of those who refused to die. They had consumed all the resources, polluted the environment, and waged endless wars. They had no interest in the future, only in preserving their own existence.

Hope grew up in a hidden bunker, surrounded by books, toys, and art. Her parents taught her everything they could, hoping to spark some curiosity and creativity in her. They wanted her to have a normal childhood, even if it was only an illusion.

But Hope was not like other children. She was quiet, withdrawn, and melancholic. She rarely smiled or laughed. She spent most of her time staring at the screens, watching the horrors of the outside world. She saw the undead roaming …