Flash Stories

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 …

Maybe It's a Grave

hafiz Feb. 5, 2024, 4:43 p.m.

من مست و تو دیوانه، ما را که برد خانه؟
من چند تو را گفتم کم خور دو سه پیمانه؟

I am drunk and you are crazy, who took us home?
How much did I tell you to drink less, two or three cups?

Hafez

Story:

We were at the rooftop party, enjoying the music and the view. You had a glass of wine in your hand, and I had a bottle of beer. You looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "Let's play a game. Every time the DJ changes the song, we drink."

I agreed, thinking it would be fun. But I didn't realize how fast the songs were changing, or how strong the drinks were. Soon, we were both feeling the effects of alcohol. You started to dance wildly, spinning and jumping around. I tried to keep up with you, but I felt dizzy and nauseous. I …

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 Biggest Strife

hamed Feb. 7, 2024, 7:29 p.m.

He had loved her since he was a young boy, and she had loved him back. They grew up together, they went to school together, they dreamed of a future together. He was a brilliant student, a talented writer, a promising scholar. She was a beautiful girl, a talented singer, a promising artist.

They got married as soon as they graduated, and they moved to the city to pursue their careers. He got a job at a prestigious university, and she got a contract with a famous record label. They were happy, they were successful, they were in love.

But fame and fortune changed her. She became obsessed with her image, her popularity, her wealth. She started to neglect him, to cheat on him, to lie to him. She became addicted to drugs, to alcohol, to gambling. She became a different person, a person he didn't recognize, a person he …

They loved each other still

dehongi Jan. 2, 2024, 6:53 p.m.

She had lost everything for him. Her family, her friends, her career, her dreams. She followed him across the world, supporting his ambitions, sharing his joys and sorrows, loving him unconditionally.

She thought they would grow old together, happy and content. She thought they had a bond that nothing could break. She thought she was the luckiest woman alive.

She was right.

He never left her, not even when he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, not even when he was in pain and suffering, not even when he had nothing left to give. He loved her with everything he had, everything he was, everything he could. He gave her his all.

She stayed with him, through thick and thin, through good and bad, through life and death. She cared for him, comforted him, cherished him. She gave him her all.

They spent their days in a small, cozy cottage, …

Which is Life, Which is Dream

dehongi Jan. 2, 2024, 7:40 p.m.

He woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the dimly lit room, trying to remember where he was. He saw a woman sleeping next to him, her long hair covering her face. He felt a surge of affection for her, but also a pang of guilt. He had a wife and a son, waiting for him in another world.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had a scar on his left cheek, a souvenir from a car accident that nearly killed him. He wondered if it was still there in his other life, the one he visited every night in his dreams.

He had been dreaming of that life for as long as he could remember. It was a normal, boring life, with …

The Launch

readflashy Dec. 29, 2023, 7:58 a.m.

She checked the countdown on her laptop. Only 10 minutes left until the launch. She felt a surge of excitement and nervousness. She had worked hard for this moment, coding, designing, testing, and marketing her website. It was her dream project, a platform for writing, publishing and reading Flash Stories. She loved Flash Stories, short stories that could be read in a few minutes, usually less than 1000 words. They were a great way to express her creativity and imagination, and to entertain her readers.

She had created the website with the help of her friends, who shared her passion for Flash Stories. They had formed a team, each with their own skills and roles. They had faced many challenges and setbacks, but they had overcome them together. They had also received support and feedback from their beta users, who had signed up for early access. They had given her …

dread.

ziamaiko Jan. 12, 2024, 5:22 p.m.

he was a ruthless killer. a killer who kills others without touching them. he manipulated them.
he was walking on the roof of the tallest building in new York with his college friend.
«you're too smart you know? it's scary.» his friend said while laughing.
his eyes were cold as ice. he is scary indeed. he's too pretty to be scary. and it made him even more scarier.
his friends sigh. «ah.. i don't know if now is the time to say it or not. but i went to church every day and prayed. i talked to the priests. god, how can i forget my sins?»
«how weak the mind is when it wants to forget. it will never forget. maybe you just want to lie. lie to everyone around. lit to yourself.»
his friend eyes widened. he's standing right in front of him. and he's.. not like usual.
«i.. i just want my sins-»
«do you …

(still not there.)

ziamaiko Dec. 26, 2023, 6:46 p.m.

مسئله‌ای که زیاد ذهنم را مشغول می‌کرد این بود که چرا هیچ‌کس اهمیت نمی‌دهد. برای هیچ‌کس مهم نبود ما مانند زندانی‌ها در این مکان زندگی می‌کنیم؟ از دنیای بیرون، تنها چند کتاب و دست نوشته داشتیم. جز چندین بچه‌ی کوچک، هیچ انسان دیگری آنجا نبود. تمام کودکان هشت سال به بالا بودند. والدینی نداشتند. خاطراتی هم نداشتند. حتی دلیلی برای زندگی هم نداشتند. فقط توسط رباط‌ها برای آینده آماده می‌شدند. کدام آینده؟ هیچ‌کداممان نمی‌دانستیم.
بی‌هوا در حال گشتن در محوطه بودم که پاترونی با سرعت از کنارم گذشت.
پاترون‌ها رباط‌های باهوشی بودند که مارا بزرگ می‌کردند. ما انسان بودیم. از آنها باهوش‌تر بودیم. پس چرا تمام زندگی ما دست آنها بود؟
پاترون را دنبال‌ کردم و در همان حین گفتم :
「به نظرت می‌تونم نویسنده بشم، بیست و هشت؟」
او فقط بی‌هوا از کنارم گذشت.「اوه نه. تو نمی‌تونی برای خودت شغل انتخاب کنی. 'اون‌ها' تصمیم‌گیرنده‌اند.」
'آن‌ها' هرکسی می‌توانستند باشند. کسانی که برای آینده‌ی ما تصمیم می‌گیرند. …

The Eternal Boredom

dehongi Jan. 31, 2024, 3:05 p.m.

The Eternal Boredom

He had lived for over two hundred years. He had seen everything there was to see. He had done everything there was to do. He had no more dreams, no more goals, no more passions. He was bored out of his mind.

He was not alone. The world was full of people like him. People who had stopped aging, stopped dying, stopped living. People who had nothing to look forward to, nothing to care about, nothing to feel. People who had become zombies, in all but name.

They had achieved immortality, thanks to the inventions in healthcare. They had cured all diseases, healed all injuries, reversed all aging. They had conquered death, but they had lost life.

They had also lost their children. The birth rate had plummeted, as people saw no point in reproducing. The few children that were born were treated as curiosities, as anomalies, …