Flash Stories

Zara

dehongi Dec. 29, 2023, 8:04 p.m.

There was once a young boy named Leo who loved to read books about dragons. He dreamed of meeting a real dragon and becoming its friend. He often imagined flying on a dragon's back and exploring the world.

One day, he found a mysterious book in his grandfather's attic. It was titled "The Dragon's Eye" and had a picture of a dragon on the cover. Leo opened the book and saw that it was full of strange symbols and drawings. He felt a strange attraction to the book and decided to take it to his room.

He tried to decipher the book, but it was too hard for him. He wished he could understand what it said. He looked at the picture of the dragon and said, "I wish you were real. I wish you could talk to me."

To his surprise, the dragon's eye on the cover blinked and …

Sacrifice

hamed Jan. 15, 2024, 6:24 p.m.

Adam was only twelve years old when his father left them. He still remembered the day he came home from school and found his mother crying on the couch, holding a note that said "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore".

He didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a coldness in his chest, a sense of loss and betrayal. He hugged his mother, and tried to comfort her. He looked at his two younger sisters, who were six and four, and saw the fear and confusion in their eyes.

He knew that he had to be strong, that he had to take care of them. He knew that he had to be the man of the house, that he had to fill the void his father had left.

He started working after school, doing odd jobs for the neighbors, delivering newspapers, mowing lawns. He gave all his earnings …

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 …

a villain.

ziamaiko Jan. 19, 2024, 6:49 p.m.

دیگر از شرور بودن خسته شده‌ام. (نشده‌ام.)
معنی انسان بد بودن را زمانی متوجه شدم که آرزوی مرگ شخصی را کردم. قبل از آن چنان خودم را معصوم می‌دانستم که حتی اگر شخصی بدترین ظلم را هم در حقم می‌کرد، هرگز از دستش ناراحت نمی‌شدم.
یعنی حتی اگر شخصی من را می‌کشت و من می‌توانستم به زندگی برگردم و او معذرت‌خواهی می‌کرد، من او را می‌بخشیدم.
حالا دیگر اینطور نیست. مثل اینکه یادم داده‌اند چطور خودم را دوست بدارم یا عزت‌نفس داشته باشم.
حس تنفر دارد درونم می‌جوشد. کافی‌ست احساس کنم کوچک‌ترین ظلمی در حقم شده. دوست دارم تک‌تک سلول‌های آن آدمی که باعثش شده را بسوزانم.
قبلا اگر برای مردمی مشکلی پیش می‌آمد، تمام تلاشم را می‌کردم که نجات‌شان بدهم و کمک‌شان کنم.
بارها و بارها این مکالمه را از سر گذرانده‌ام. «تو نمی‌تونی همه‌شون رو نجات بدی.»
«من می‌تونم!»
و من واقعا تمام تلاشم را برای نجات دادنشان کردم اما آدم‌ها را که می‌شناسید. نمی‌توان آن …

The Magic Book

readflashy Dec. 31, 2023, 6:28 a.m.

Sara loved books. She loved the way they smelled, the way they felt in her hands, and the way they took her to different worlds. She had a big collection of books in her room, but her favorite one was a magic book that her mom had given her.

The magic book was special because it could change its story every time Sara opened it. Sometimes it was a fairy tale, sometimes it was a mystery, and sometimes it was a sci-fi adventure. Sara never knew what she would find inside, and that made her excited to read it every day.

One day, Sara came home from school and ran to her room. She wanted to read the magic book and see what new story it had for her. She opened the book and saw a title that said “The Lost Treasure of the Pirate King”. She smiled and started …

This Is The Story Of Flashy

dehongi Dec. 26, 2023, 9:59 a.m.

Once upon a time, there was a web developer and agricultural engineer who lived in a remote village and worked on his family farm. He loved reading and writing, but he noticed that the world was changing. People now preferred to watch movies on their smartphones rather than reading books. He decided to develop a platform for people to write and read Flash stories. And thus, Flashy was born.

Flashy was an instant hit among the people. It was a platform where people could read and write short stories that could be read in a matter of minutes. The stories were so captivating that people couldn't resist reading them. Flashy became a sensation, and people started spending more time reading stories on Flashy than watching movies on their smartphones.

The web developer was happy that he could bring back the joy of reading to people's lives. He continued to work …

The Days of Spring Has Come

hafiz Dec. 27, 2023, 1:43 p.m.

The days of spring have come, the garden is in bloom
The nightingale sings on every branch, the breeze is in tune
The roses are laughing, the jasmine is fragrant
The beloved is in my arms, the world is content

Story:

She had waited for him for a long time. He was a traveler, a wanderer, a seeker of truth. He had left her to explore the world, to learn from different masters, to find his own path. She had given him her blessing, but also her promise. She would wait for him, no matter how long it took, no matter how far he went. She loved him more than anything, and she knew he loved her too.

She spent her days in the garden, tending to the flowers, listening to the birds, feeling the breeze. She prayed for his safety, his happiness, his return. She dreamed of him at night, his face, …

The Secret

hamed Jan. 15, 2024, 4:39 p.m.

David felt a surge of panic as he heard Sarah's footsteps approaching the bedroom. He quickly turned off the light and pretended to be asleep, hoping that she would leave him alone.

He knew that she wanted to be intimate with him, to feel his touch, his kiss, his embrace. He knew that she deserved it, that she was a loving and faithful wife, and that he was a lucky man to have her.

But he couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to be intimate with her, or with anyone. He couldn't overcome the fear that gripped his heart, the fear that stemmed from a dark secret, a secret that he had kept hidden for years.

David was a victim of childhood abuse. When he was a young boy, he had suffered at the hands of an older neighbor, who had violated him in unspeakable ways. The memories of …

He Always Had A Plan B

hamed Jan. 29, 2024, 2:14 p.m.

He always had a plan B. Ever since he was a little boy, he learned to anticipate the worst and prepare for it. He was the youngest of seven siblings, born into a poor and abusive family. He hated his life, but he never gave up. He studied hard, worked harder, and saved every penny he could. He had a plan A: to escape his misery and make something of himself.

And he did. He became a successful businessman, a self-made millionaire. He married a beautiful woman and had three children. He helped his brothers and sisters and their kids, giving them jobs, loans, and gifts. He was generous and kind, and everyone loved him. He had a plan B: to secure his legacy and enjoy his retirement.

But he was wrong. As soon as he divided his wealth among his children, they turned against him. They accused him of …