Flash Stories

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 …

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 …

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, …

The Alarm

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

The Alarm

Every morning, the alarm goes off at 6:00 am. Every morning, he has to get up, put on his uniform, and report to his assigned station. Every morning, he has to smile and greet his neighbors, who are also wearing the same uniform and going to the same station. Every morning, he has to pretend that he is happy and normal.

He hates it.

He hates the alarm, the uniform, the station, the neighbors, the smile. He hates the society that expects him to conform to their standards of normalcy. He hates the fact that he can't express his true self, his true feelings, his true thoughts.

He is different.

He likes to read books, listen to music, watch movies, play games. He likes to explore new ideas, learn new things, create new things. He likes to be alone, to be free, to be himself.

He is not …

The Hobbyist

hamed Jan. 7, 2024, 12:49 p.m.

He had poured his heart and soul into his start-up, a revolutionary app that would change the way people communicate. He had worked tirelessly for years, sacrificing his health, his relationships, and his sanity. He had invested all his savings, borrowed money from friends and family, and even mortgaged his house.

But it was all for nothing. His app failed to attract users, his competitors stole his ideas, and his investors pulled out. He was left with nothing but debt, despair, and depression. He had to declare bankruptcy, sell his house, and move into a tiny apartment. He had no job, no income, no future.

He had only one thing left: his hobby. He loved to paint, ever since he was a kid. He had a small collection of brushes, paints, and canvases that he kept in a corner of his apartment. He painted whenever he had some free time, …

The Last War

hamed Feb. 7, 2024, 1:12 p.m.

The world was on the brink of the third world war. The countries were split into two rival factions. Their power was evenly matched and the war would be devastating and deadly.

They called it the last war. The war that would end all wars. The war that would finally bring peace and harmony to the world. The war that would unite humanity under one flag, one leader, one vision - the vision of the victor.

But the young people did not want to fight. They did not see the point of killing each other for the sake of old men's ambitions. They did not share the hatred and fear that their rulers had instilled in them. They did not believe in the propaganda and the lies that their media had fed them.

They had grown up with a different culture. A culture that transcended borders and boundaries. A culture …

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, …

Small Talks

hamed Jan. 18, 2024, 7:54 p.m.

He had never been to a big city before. He had grown up in a small village, where everyone knew each other and everything was familiar. He liked his simple life, but he also wanted to see the world. So, when his cousin invited him to visit him in the capital, he agreed.

He was amazed by the city. The skyscrapers, the traffic, the noise, the crowds. He felt like a fish out of water. He missed the fresh air, the green fields, the friendly faces of his village. He felt lonely and lost.

But he also discovered something new. He realized that in the city, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He could talk to strangers on the metro and in cabs, and share his thoughts and feelings without the fear of judgments. He could enjoy a conversation knowing he never would see that person again. He …

Misereable Proud

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 5:05 p.m.

He was a devout man, who followed his religion with zeal and fervor. He believed that his faith was the only true one, and that everyone else was either misguided or evil. He hated those who did not share his beliefs, and he shunned them from his life.

He thought he was doing God's will, but he was actually isolating himself from the world. He had no friends, no love, no joy. He only had his dogma, his rituals, his rules. He lived in fear and anger, and he spread them to others.

He never realized how much he was missing out on. He never experienced the beauty of diversity, the richness of culture, the warmth of compassion. He never learned from other perspectives, other experiences, other values. He never grew as a person, as a human being.

He died alone, bitter, and unhappy. He had lived a miserable life, …

The Last Generation

hamed Jan. 20, 2024, 7:25 a.m.

They called themselves the Last Generation. They were the ones who had stopped having children, opting instead for the eternal youth and health that science had promised them. They had seen the world change, wars and famines and pandemics and disasters, and they had grown cynical and selfish. They had no interest in leaving a legacy, only in enjoying their endless lives.

But they had not counted on the Resistance. A small group of rebels who still believed in the value of human life, who still cherished the miracle of birth, who still hoped for a better future. They had secretly preserved the ancient art of reproduction, hiding from the surveillance and persecution of the Last Generation. They had formed a network of underground communities, where they raised their children with love and courage.

One day, they decided to launch their final attack. They had hacked the system that controlled …