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 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 World Reborn: The Age of Synthesis

hamed Dec. 29, 2024, 5:45 a.m.

By the year 2147, the fears of the early 21st century seemed like distant echoes from a more anxious time. Humanity had stepped into an era of unprecedented harmony, one crafted not by the dominance of a single nation or ideology but by the synthesis of artificial intelligence and human resilience. It was a world shaped by AI-powered systems that had not enslaved humankind, but liberated it.

The War that Wasn't

Decades ago, when the first armies of AI soldiers were deployed, the world braced for disaster. Critics warned that AI war machines would empower dictators and warlords, leading to an era of endless conflict. But what they failed to anticipate was the incorruptibility of true artificial intelligence.

Early on, AI systems designed for warfare became more than tools—they became agents of balance. Programmed with an unshakable commitment to justice and devoid of personal ambition, these AI soldiers could not …

Arash the Archer

hamed Dec. 24, 2024, 6:05 p.m.

In a time long past, where the mountains kissed the skies, and the rivers sang songs of legends, there stood the mighty kingdom of Parsa. This kingdom was renowned for its valorous knights and wise rulers, its tales etched in the annals of time by none other than the venerable poet, Ferdowsi.

Among the tales of Parsa, the story of Arash, the swift archer, was one that echoed through the ages. The land was under the ominous shadow of war. The neighboring realm of Turan, coveting Parsa's fertile lands, had declared war. The battle raged for months, leaving fields scorched and rivers red.

Desperate for peace, the rulers of both kingdoms sought a resolution. It was decreed that the new boundary would be set by the furthest arrow shot from the peak of Mount Damavand. Parsa's hope lay in Arash, a humble yet legendary archer, whose arrows were said to …

The Return of the Exiled Prince

hamed Dec. 21, 2024, 6:39 a.m.

The moon hung low over the desert, its pale light illuminating the rugged silhouette of a lone rider. His cloak, tattered and worn, bore faint traces of royal embroidery—symbols of a past long buried. Forty years had passed since the prince, Ardeshir, had been cast out by his uncle, Mehrdad, who seized the throne in a storm of treachery and blood.

Ardeshir had been seventeen then, a boy with fire in his eyes and rebellion in his veins. But against Mehrdad’s army of shadowy divs, summoned through dark pacts, he was no match. Exiled to the desolate lands of the east, the young prince had been left to wander the mountains, carrying nothing but his father’s broken sword and the bitter taste of betrayal.

The years hardened him. In the wilderness, Ardeshir found allies among the nomadic clans who still whispered of the true king. He trained with warriors who …

The Last Message

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:20 p.m.

He had one message left. He had used up all his credits, and he couldn't buy more. He had to make it count.

He had a car accident in the dead of the night in a remote area where there was no internet and only a weak signal that he could send SMS.

He typed in the number of his ex-girlfriend, the one who, he had broken her heart. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how he missed her, how he still loved her. He wanted to ask her for another chance, to forgive him, to come back to him.

He was lying. He was trapped under the overturned car and the gasoline was leaking. He knew he will burn soon and intended to do this as the last chance to hurt her. She never had stopped loving him. "She will forever suffer".

He composed his message. He …

The Auction

hamed Dec. 21, 2024, 7:34 p.m.

When their father passed, the farm was supposed to be split equally between Amir, the older brother, and Reza, the younger. But Amir, with his sharp tongue and sharper lawyers, convinced Reza to sign away his rights, promising to send him money later. Reza, trusting and weary of fighting, packed his belongings and left for Europe, leaving behind the fields he’d tilled as a boy.

The farm thrived for a while. Amir expanded the property, took loans, and lived lavishly. But prosperity has a way of slipping through careless fingers. Years of drought, poor decisions, and mounting debt brought Amir to ruin. The once-bustling farm was now quiet, the fields overrun with weeds.

One gray morning, Amir stood at the edge of the auction yard, watching bidders circle his family’s legacy like vultures. The hammer fell quickly on the farmhouse, the barn, and the surrounding lands. A single …

AI Social Engineering

hamed Jan. 30, 2024, 7:27 a.m.

How can they manipulate 10 billion people and no one notices?
Like it has been done throughout the history. If someone can control the minds and thoughts of the public they can abuse them to the point of slavery.
Yes you are right. By circus, plays, movies, sports and all sorts of these things.
The worst thing is that now they don't even need other human beings to produce arts, music and films. All things are done by humanoid robots.
They control the educational systems too.
And all the important positions of power are occupied by them.
Through the history rulers and people in the positions of power tried to manipulate the public and abuse them by social engineering.
Nowadays with the invention of internet and widespread use of social media platforms it has been much easier to engineer social opinions.
Now imagine in the near future who it becomes easy to manipulate the public opinion by …

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 Code of Healing

hamed Dec. 27, 2024, 7:29 p.m.

Ravi Satyan, a computer engineer from a small village in southern India, stared at the holographic screens floating before him. The lines of code reflected in his glasses were more than algorithms—they were memories, promises, and hope.

When he was eight, cancer took both his parents within months of each other. Back then, the rural clinic lacked doctors, and the closest hospital was hundreds of kilometers away. He had been too young to understand chemotherapy, but old enough to feel helpless as the machines beeped their final farewells.

Decades later, that helplessness had become his fire.

Ravi designed Arogya AI, a revolutionary healthcare system powered by deep learning and predictive analysis. It could detect illnesses like cancer before symptoms even appeared, provide personalized treatment plans, and manage resources to ensure even the most remote areas had access to care.

“Arogya means ‘health’ in Sanskrit,” he’d told the global medical board …