Flash Stories

World Continues Going On

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 11:30 a.m.

چون عمر به سر رسد چه شیرین و چه تلخ
پیمانه که پر شود چه بغداد و چه بلخ

می نوش که بعد از من و تو ماه بسی
از سلخ به غرّه آید از غرّه به سلخ

When life ends, whether sweet or bitter,
When the cup is full, whether in Baghdad or Balkh.

Drink a lot of wine since after me and you,
The moon repeats the cycle of birth and decay numerously.

Story:

He was a man who had no passion. He wasted his life, from 20 to 40, doing nothing meaningful, nothing fulfilling, nothing rewarding. He had no ambition, no motivation, no purpose.

He spent his days, his nights, his years, doing the same things, over and over. He worked at a boring job, that he hated. He watched TV, that he did not care. He drank beer, that he did not enjoy.

He ignored every opportunity, every chance, every …

(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. …

Learn Finance

dehongi Jan. 17, 2024, 7:06 a.m.

Ali was not like other kids. He lived in a busy city, surrounded by skyscrapers and traffic, but he dreamed of money. He wanted to know how it worked, how to make it, and how to use it wisely.

His parents taught him the basics of finance: earn, save, spend. They gave him chores and paid him for his work. Ali learned fast and looked for more ways to earn. He ran errands for his neighbors, charged a small fee, and built a reputation. He saved some of his money and invested the rest in small projects, like selling toys or tutoring.

Ali grew up with a passion for entrepreneurship. He budgeted his money, tracked his income and expenses, and understood supply and demand. He started a lawn mowing business and expanded it to include landscaping and snow removal. He invested in stocks and bonds and diversified his portfolio.

Ali's …

Numerous Spirits Circulated Through The Earth

khayam Jan. 31, 2024, 12:36 p.m.

این کوزه چو من عاشق زاری بوده است
در بند سر زلف نگاری بوده است

این دسته که بر گردن او می بینی
دستی است که بر گردن یاری بوده است

This jar has been a lover of restlessness like me
He has been fascinated by the beauty of a sweetheart's hair

This is the handle you see on the neck of the jar
It was the hand that was once wrapped around the neck of his love

Story:

They met at a bookstore, browsing the same shelf. He was looking for a thriller, she was looking for a romance. They exchanged smiles, and then phone numbers. They agreed to meet again, for coffee and conversation.

They liked each other, and soon they fell in love. They shared their dreams, their fears, their secrets. They supported each other, comforted each other, challenged each other. They laughed together, cried together, grew together.

They wanted to …

Two Paths Converged

dehongi Jan. 14, 2024, 1 p.m.

Alex and Ben were best friends since college. They both studied computer science and dreamed of creating their own software products. After graduation, they faced a dilemma: should they start their own business or work for a company?

Alex decided to take the risk and launch his own startup. He had a brilliant idea for a social media app that would connect people based on their interests and hobbies. He rented a small office, hired a few developers, and began working on his prototype.

Ben chose the safer option and joined a large software company. He got a decent salary, a comfortable cubicle, and a stable career path. He worked on various projects, learned new skills, and made valuable connections.

Alex and Ben kept in touch and supported each other. Alex often shared his challenges and frustrations with Ben, who offered him advice and encouragement. Ben sometimes envied Alex's freedom …

Rise Above Them

dehongi Jan. 11, 2024, 5:42 p.m.

Alex had always had a difficult time dealing with his cousin, Billy. Billy was a master of the verbal jab, always ready with a cutting remark or a mocking tone that could send Alex's temper soaring. At family gatherings and parties, Alex would find himself constantly on edge, dreading Billy's next attempt to provoke him.

Alex's frustration reached a boiling point one evening at a family reunion. As usual, Billy was in full form, targeting Alex with a barrage of insults and jokes. Alex tried to ignore him, but Billy's words were like a match to tinder, igniting his anger.

"Hey, look at Alex," Billy sneered, "still as awkward and socially inept as ever."

Alex felt his blood pressure rising. He clenched his fists, his jaw muscles tightening. He wanted nothing more than to punch Billy in the face.

But then, something strange happened. As Alex's anger reached its peak, …

He Loved Her Still

dehongi Jan. 2, 2024, 6:39 p.m.

He had given up everything for her. His family, his friends, his career, his dreams. He followed her across the world, supporting her ambitions, sharing her joys and sorrows, loving her unconditionally.

He thought they would grow old together, happy and content. He thought they had a bond that nothing could break. He thought he was the luckiest man alive.

He was wrong.

She left him one day, without a word of explanation, without a trace of remorse. She took everything he had, everything he was, everything he loved. She left him with nothing but memories and regrets.

He tried to move on, to rebuild his life, to find some meaning. But he couldn't. He was too old, too broken, too alone. He had no one to talk to, no one to care for, no one to love.

He spent his days in a small, dark apartment, staring at the …

You Exist! Enjoy it!

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 9:06 a.m.

خیام اگر ز باده مستی خوش باش
با ماهرخی اگر نشستی خوش باش

چون عاقبت کار جهان نیستی است
پندار که نیستی چو هستی خوش باش

Khayyam, if you are drunk, enjoy it
If you sit with a beauty, enjoy it
Because the end of the work of the world is nothingness
Imagine that you do not exist, you exist. Enjoy it!

Story:

He was a young man who hated life. He suffered every hardship that came his way. He lost his job, he had no money, he was in debt. He had no one to love, no one to care, no one to support him.

He cared too much about the troubles of the world. He worried about the future and the past. He thought too much about the meaning and the purpose of his existence. He never lived in the moment, in the here and now.

He found a poem from Khayam, that …

Higher Dimensions

dehongi Feb. 1, 2024, 8:09 a.m.

She was a human, and she lived in the third dimension. She was unaware of the existence of higher dimensions, where more intelligent species lived. She was happy with her life, or so she thought.

He was a zetan, and he lived in the fifth dimension. He was aware of the existence of lower dimensions, where less intelligent species lived. He was bored with his life, and he wanted some entertainment.

He found her, through a device that could scan and manipulate lower dimensions. He was fascinated by her, by her appearance, her emotions, her actions. He decided to play with her, to influence her, to experiment with her.

He changed her, without her knowing. He altered her memories, her feelings, her choices. He made her fall in love, he made her break up, he made her suffer. He enjoyed watching her, laughing at her, controlling her.

He broke her, …

Where did I come from, what was my coming for?

khayam Jan. 4, 2024, 6:55 a.m.

سالها فکر من این است و همه شب سخنم
که چرا غافل از احوال دل خویشتنم

از کجا آمده ام آمدنم بهر چه بود
به کجا می روم آخر، ننمایی وطنم؟

خیام

For years my thought is this and all night my speech
Why am I unaware of the state of my heart?

Where did I come from, what was my coming for?
Where am I going, finally, you don’t show me my homeland?

Khayam

Story:

He woke up in a strange room, with no memory of who he was or where he came from. He looked around and saw a window, a door, a bed, and a table. On the table, there was a book, a pen, and a paper. He picked up the book and opened it. It was a collection of poems by Omar Khayyam, a Persian poet he had never heard of. He read the first poem:

For …