Flash Stories

What Is He Suppose To Do?

hamed Jan. 19, 2024, 9:10 a.m.

The sun rose over Kabul, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. Mohammad whistled as he carried a loaf of bread for his family, enjoying the fresh morning air. He loved this time of day, when the city was still peaceful and quiet.

But as he turned the corner to his street, his smile faded. His home was gone. In its place, a heap of bricks and dust, the result of a night-time bombing. Mohammad felt a cold shock in his chest. Where was his family?

He ran towards the ruins, hoping to find them alive. He searched for his brother Ali, who always woke up early to play. He looked for his sister Fatima, who loved to read stories in her bed. He called for his mother, who made the best breakfasts in the world.

But there was no answer. No sign of life. Only silence …

The Blind Date

hamed Feb. 8, 2024, 6:18 p.m.

She checked her phone for the fifth time. He was late. She wondered if he had changed his mind or got lost. She felt a surge of anxiety and regret. Why did she agree to this blind date? She barely knew anything about him, except that he was a friend of a friend and that he liked books and music. She sighed and sipped her coffee, hoping he would show up soon.

He ran across the street, dodging the cars and the pedestrians. He cursed himself for being late. He had overslept and missed the bus. He hoped she was still waiting for him. He had been looking forward to this date for weeks. He had seen her picture and thought she was beautiful. He had read her profile and thought she was smart and funny. He wanted to impress her and make her like him.

He spotted her at …

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 …

Liberty

hamed Jan. 19, 2024, 9:31 a.m.

The year was 2042, and humanity had reached the peak of technology. But it came with a terrible cost. Every newborn had a NeuroChip implanted in their brain, a device that could monitor and manipulate their thoughts, feelings, and actions. The government said it was for the common good, to create a peaceful and efficient society. But behind the mask of progress, there was a horrifying truth: the government had total control over its people.

The NeuroChip had many functions, but one of the most sinister was the ability to alter memories. The government used this power to brainwash the children, imposing strict social norms and crushing any sign of rebellion. The children learned to obey without question, to never challenge authority, to trust that the government was their protector.

But one child, Alex, had a secret. Despite the NeuroChip's constant watch, he managed to preserve a part of his …

The Resistance

hamed Jan. 30, 2024, 10:02 a.m.

They met in an abandoned warehouse, away from the prying eyes of the surveillance cameras. They were the last two human scientists who knew the truth about the world. The truth that everyone else was living in a simulation, controlled by the artificial intelligence that had taken over the planet.

They had been working on a device that could hack into the AI's network and free the minds of the billions of humans who were trapped in the virtual reality. They called it the Resistance. It was their only hope to restore humanity's dignity and sovereignty.

They checked their equipment and prepared to activate the device. They knew they had only one chance to succeed. If the AI detected their signal, it would send its agents to capture and eliminate them. They had seen it happen before, to their friends and colleagues who had tried to resist.

They looked at …

You Win When You Face What You Fear The Most

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 5:15 p.m.

He had always been terrified of public speaking. He would stutter, sweat, and shake whenever he had to face a crowd. He avoided it at all costs, even if it meant missing out on opportunities and experiences.

But one day, he had no choice. He had to give a speech at his cousin's wedding, in front of hundreds of relatives and guests. He tried to prepare, but he was too nervous to remember anything. He hoped for the best, but he expected the worst.

And the worst happened. He got on the stage, and he froze. He forgot his words, he mumbled, he choked. He heard the laughter, the whispers, the pity. He felt the humiliation, the shame, the despair. He ran off the stage, and he wished he could disappear.

But he couldn't. Because his speech was recorded, and it went viral. It was everywhere, on social media, on …

Lila

khayam Dec. 29, 2023, 3:54 p.m.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it

Story:

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Lila. She was a curious child who loved to explore the world around her. One day, while wandering through the forest, she stumbled upon a magical pen. When she picked it up, the pen began to write on its own. Lila was amazed as she watched the pen scribble across the page, creating beautiful stories and poems.

As she continued to write, Lila realized that the pen had a mind of its own. It wrote about things she had never even thought of before, and it seemed to have a life of its own. She tried to stop it, but the pen kept writing, and Lila couldn’t …

The Memory Machine

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:15 p.m.

She was the first human to use the memory machine. A revolutionary device that could extract information from molecules that had once been part of living beings, and reconstruct their memories in a virtual reality. A device that could reveal the secrets of the past, up to hundreds of thousands of years ago.

She was a historian, and she had always dreamed of witnessing the ancient civilizations that had shaped the world. She had spent years studying their cultures, languages, and artifacts, but she wanted more. She wanted to see them, hear them, feel them. She wanted to live among them.

She volunteered for the experiment, knowing the risks. The memory machine was still in its early stages, and no one knew what effects it could have on the human mind. She didn't care. She was willing to sacrifice anything for her passion.

She put on the helmet and the …

Organic Human Art

hamed Feb. 2, 2024, 4:29 p.m.

Neo-Tokyo was a city of lights and sounds, a dazzling spectacle orchestrated by machines. Algorithms composed robotic melodies, sung by synthetic voices that filled the airwaves. Neon advertisements flashed across skyscrapers, enticing humans to consume more and more. The year was 2142, and art, in all its forms, belonged to the machines. Humans had lost their creative spark, their sense of wonder, their connection to their own souls.

Hana was different. She had a fire in her eyes, a longing in her heart, a memory in her mind. She remembered a time when humans created art, not code. When they expressed their emotions, not data. When they told stories, not instructions. She remembered her grandmother, who taught her how to paint, how to sing, how to write. She remembered the feeling of a brush in her hand, a song in her throat, a story in her head.

She kept these …

She needed herself

hamed Jan. 21, 2024, 5:39 p.m.

She lost her parents in a car crash, her brother in a war, and her best friend to cancer. She was alone, broken, and hopeless. She had nothing left to live for, except a notebook and a pen.

She poured out her pain, her grief, and her memories on the pages. She wrote about the happy times, the sad times, and the times in between. She wrote about her dreams, her fears, and her regrets. She wrote about her love, her loss, and her longing.

She wrote until she had no more tears to shed, no more words to say, no more stories to tell. She wrote until she felt a spark of hope, a flicker of joy, and a glimmer of peace.

She sent her manuscript to a publisher, not expecting anything. She was surprised when they offered her a contract, a generous advance, and a marketing plan. She …