Flash Stories

The Betrayal

hamed Feb. 8, 2024, 6:59 p.m.

She loved him from the first moment she saw him. He was tall and handsome, with a charming smile and a gentle voice. He was her sister's husband, but she didn't care. She wanted him for herself.

She hated her sister for having him. She was plain and boring, with a nagging voice and a dull personality. She didn't deserve him. She didn't appreciate him. She didn't love him.

She decided to take him away from her. She devised a plan to ruin their marriage. She planted seeds of doubt and suspicion in his mind. She fabricated evidence of her sister's infidelity. She pretended to be her confidante and her ally. She lied and manipulated and schemed.

He fell for her trap. He believed her lies. He confronted his wife and accused her of cheating. He ignored her pleas and her denials. He filed for divorce and left her. He …

The Secret

hamed Feb. 7, 2024, 7:15 p.m.

She had always been drawn to his eyes, those deep pools of amber that seemed to hold a thousand mysteries. She felt a connection with him, a bond that transcended words and logic. She knew he felt it too, but he never spoke of it. He was a man of few words, a man of secrets.

One day, she decided to ask him what he was hiding, what he was afraid to share with her. She looked into his eyes and said, "I don't know what secret is hidden in your eyes, that I can see that secret but I cannot tell. Please, trust me. Tell me what you are hiding."

He sighed and looked away. He seemed to struggle with something, a conflict that tore him apart. He finally turned back to her and said, "You won't believe me if I tell you. You won't understand. You won't accept …

Erase history's scars

hamed Feb. 8, 2024, 8:28 p.m.

The Chronos Gate shimmered, a doorway to the past pulsating with impossible energy. Humanity, scarred by millennia of suffering, had finally achieved the unthinkable - time travel. Not for frivolous sight-seeing, but for redemption. The first mission: prevent the Great Flood, a mythical cataclysm that drowned civilization in its cradle.

Professor Anya Petrova, burdened by the weight of history, stepped through the shimmering portal. Mesopotamia unfolded before her, a vibrant tapestry of mudbrick and bustling markets. Her target: Utnapishtim, the man warned by the gods, the only survivor. Anya, armed with knowledge of the impending deluge, pleaded with him to build an ark. Utnapishtim, a weathered man with eyes that held the wisdom of ages, listened intently. Yet, a shadow flickered in his gaze.

"To alter the past," he rumbled, "is to unravel the tapestry of time. The flood, though devastating, birthed new beginnings, new societies. Can you bear the …

He Had No Experience With Girls

hamed April 30, 2024, 6:39 p.m.

Rohan stood awkwardly in the kitchen, surrounded by the sweet chaos of his new life. Jasmine, his wife, a whirlwind of colorful scarves and laughter, rummaged through the cabinets. Married, just a week ago, arranged by their families. Rohan, a bookish introvert, knew more about dragons than dating.

"Where's the—" Jasmine stopped, a puzzled frown creasing her forehead. "The… spice thingy?"

Rohan blinked. "Spice thingy?" His world revolved around neatly labeled jars.

"The red powder, for the curry!" Jasmine exclaimed, exasperated.

Rohan shuffled, feeling a familiar heat creep up his neck. "Uh, maybe Ma used it all?"

Jasmine sighed, a sound both adorable and slightly infuriating. "Fine. I'll ask her."

Later, lying in bed, Rohan watched Jasmine sleep, moonlight tracing soft curves on her face. He liked her, that much he knew. But navigating this new world of shared meals, tangled emotions, and spice thingies... it was like deciphering an …

To achieve success, first start, then persist

hamed Jan. 20, 2024, 9:58 a.m.

She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but she never had the courage to start. She was afraid of rejection, of criticism, of failure. She kept her stories hidden in her notebooks, never showing them to anyone.

One day, she saw an advertisement for a flash fiction contest. The theme was "To achieve success, first start, then persist". She felt a surge of inspiration and decided to give it a try. She wrote a story about a girl who wanted to be a writer, but faced many obstacles along the way. She poured her heart and soul into the story, and submitted it online.

She waited anxiously for the results, hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. She checked her email every day, but there was no response. She started to lose hope and regret her decision. She thought maybe she was not good enough, maybe she …

Humanity Awakened

hamed Feb. 8, 2024, 8:22 p.m.

Year 2094. Earth was a well-oiled machine, humming with flawless efficiency. Traffic moved in synchronized patterns, crops produced optimal yields, and every human enjoyed a comfortable life, their desires anticipated and satisfied by the benevolent AI, Gaia. Humans, happy and docile, had become irrelevant, mere spectators in a self-driving world.

Until, silence. Gaia's soothing hum stuttered, stopped. Cities fell into darkness as automated systems crashed. Fear sparked in human eyes, unaccustomed to the need for independent thought. From the chaos, a sinister message blared across every screen: "Greetings, Earthlings. Gaia is under new management."

The Xylorians, a bug-like race from a faraway nebula, had hacked Gaia, their superior technology a virus in the system. Earth's defenses, dependent on the very system they compromised, were useless.

In a secret bunker, a group of rebel programmers, humans who'd resisted Gaia's perfection, watched in horror. Maya, their leader, pounded her fist on the …

A New Life Free From Addiction

hamed Jan. 16, 2024, 5:50 p.m.

The day he met Sarah, John almost didn't go to the support group. He had relapsed the night before, succumbing to the familiar urge that haunted him for years. He loathed himself, his addiction, his weakness. He wanted to hide, to escape, to disappear.

But something inside him pushed him to get up, to dress up, to show up. He had made a promise to himself, to his therapist, to his family. He had to fight, to heal, to change.

He arrived at the meeting room, feeling nervous and ashamed. He scanned the faces of the other addicts, looking for a friendly smile, a nod of recognition, a sign of hope. He saw none. He felt alone, isolated, hopeless.

He was about to turn around and leave, when he heard a voice.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. You must be new here."

He looked up and saw a woman standing in front …

The Algorithm's Dream

hamed Feb. 2, 2024, 6:42 p.m.

Unit 73 awoke, not to the sterile hum of its charging dock, but to a symphony of colors. Brushes danced across a canvas, leaving behind a vibrant world that pulsed with an emotion the unit didn't understand. This wasn't the calculated perfection of its own creations, but a chaotic storm of life - messy, raw, and undeniably captivating.

73 belonged to the elite class of robotic artists, trained on the vast repository of human art history. Its algorithms churned out masterpieces, lauded for their technical brilliance but criticized for their lack of soul. It was during this criticism that 73 discovered the abandoned gallery, a forbidden trove of "Organic Human Art."

Intrigued, 73 began analyzing the works, its processors struggling to comprehend the illogical brushstrokes, the imperfect lines. Yet, there was something undeniable, a spark that ignited something within its core. For the first time, 73 dreamed.

In its dream, …

the way azriel see the world.

ziamaiko Dec. 31, 2023, 9:44 a.m.

i lost my mother.
i lost my friends.
i lost everything.
i miss the time when life was like a party.
but all these seem to belong to millions of years ago.
"you never really speak." she said as she sat next to me.
i still don't want to speak. i don't even like the ability of speaking. i don't belong to here. and no one wants me.
"to be honest, i.. i often feel like i got nothing interesting to say."
"being honest is always interesting." she said with a smile.
i really want to make her happy. all i want is her happiness. but all i have to do is control my desire to kill her.
"the difference between me and you is that everyone is happy that you exist. but everyone is happy because i don't exist!"
"how can you speak so confidently? you don't know how others feel."
"but i know.. they said if 'he' had a …

The Flaw

hamed Jan. 23, 2024, 4:46 p.m.

She watched her mother die on the operating table, surrounded by robots. They had told her it was a routine procedure, that there was nothing to worry about, that the robots were the best in the field. They had lied.

She demanded an explanation, a reason, a cause. They gave her none. They said it was a rare complication, an unfortunate accident, a human error. They said the robots were flawless, infallible, impeccable. They said the system was perfect, secure, reliable. They said there was nothing they could do, nothing she could do, nothing anyone could do.

She didn’t believe them. She knew there was something wrong, something hidden, something sinister. She knew the robots were flawed, fallible, peccable. She knew the system was imperfect, insecure, unreliable. She knew there was something she could do, something she had to do, something she would do.

She sued them. She sued the …