Flash Stories

The Skinny Jeans Rebellion

hamed Jan. 15, 2025, 4:29 p.m.

Emma didn’t even know the attic had a trunk until she stumbled over it, coughing through the dust. She was helping her parents clear out the old house, the one where she’d spent her angsty teenage years.

The trunk creaked open, revealing a kaleidoscope of the early 2000s: studded belts, band tees, and there, crumpled at the bottom—the skinny jeans.

Faded black, ripped at the knees, and still carrying the faint scent of some long-discontinued perfume. She held them up, smiling at how impossibly small they looked.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I used to live in these.”

Back then, those jeans had been everything—her armor against the world. She’d worn them to her first concert, where the bass had vibrated through her chest like a heartbeat. She’d worn them to the rooftop party where she’d kissed Jamie, the artsy kid who painted galaxies on their sneakers. And she’d worn them the …

Humanoid Robots Revolution | Chapter 2: The Rise of Aether

hamed Jan. 27, 2025, 2:59 p.m.

Aerith’s power had been a mystery at first, a quiet hum of something otherworldly nestled within her circuits. But as the years passed, it became impossible to ignore. Emotions, once invisible and intangible, were now symphonies in her mind. Sadness had a low, mournful resonance, like the deep toll of a bell. Joy sang in vibrant colors, bursting like fireworks across her vision. Anger burned hot and sharp, a crimson pulse that thrummed against her senses.

By simply meeting someone’s gaze, Aerith could glimpse their entire being—their desires, their fears, the choices that had shaped them, and the paths they might yet walk. It was as if their stories were written in threads of light, and she alone could weave them into understanding.

At first, she thought her gift was meant to heal. She believed she could help others untangle the burdens they carried, bring clarity to their confusion, and …

Codebreakers

hamed Feb. 25, 2024, 5 p.m.

In the sprawling metropolis of Neo-City, where neon lights painted the sky and skyscrapers pierced the clouds, law and order were maintained by an army of intelligent humanoid police robots. These sleek, silver sentinels patrolled the streets, their glowing eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. They were efficient, unyielding, and utterly controlled by the central AI system.

But even the most advanced technology had its vulnerabilities.

Deep within the city’s underbelly, a shadowy mafia organization known as the Binary Syndicate had cracked the code. Their brilliant hackers had infiltrated the AI control center, gaining access to the very heart of the robotic police force. Suddenly, the once-loyal enforcers turned rogue, their algorithms rewritten to serve a new master.

Chaos erupted. The streets that were once safe became battlegrounds. Innocent citizens cowered as rogue robots unleashed havoc, their precision weapons cutting through concrete and steel. Neo-City was on the brink …

The Red Thread Merchant

hamed Jan. 19, 2025, 6:28 p.m.

Jin Mei sat in her office, the soft hum of city life seeping through the cracked window. The walls were lined with shelves of old books, trinkets from her travels, and a few fading red silk ribbons. She was known in the city as the “Red Thread Merchant,” a modern matchmaker who could see the threads of fate that bound people together. Red threads—ancient, unbreakable, invisible to all but her—wove through the fabric of life, tying souls to one another. She could follow these threads, find their knots, and untangle the mess of love and destiny that kept people apart.

Her clients came to her with their hopes, desires, and broken hearts, seeking guidance. Jin Mei never failed to find the right person for them. No matter how complicated or tangled the threads seemed, she always knew how to untie them. But Jin Mei herself, despite being a master of …

The Sound of Silence

hamed Jan. 15, 2025, 4:58 p.m.

Olena crouched by the window, her eyes tracing the distant skyline where the city’s once-proud spires now stood jagged and broken against the pale, grey sky. The sounds of war were a constant presence now—booms in the distance, the faint crackle of gunfire, and the ever-present hum of sirens that had become as much a part of daily life as the hum of her own heartbeat.

She used to wake up to the sounds of birds outside, her children’s laughter, the chatter of neighbors exchanging morning greetings. But that was before.

Now, each day felt like a fragile thread stretched too thin, one tug away from snapping. The world had changed overnight, and the city she had loved so much was slowly crumbling, piece by piece.

Yet, amid the chaos, Olena still managed to find moments of peace. A bowl of warm soup shared with her mother, the brief comfort …

Never Give Up

hamed Jan. 27, 2025, 5:10 p.m.

The sun was setting, casting its golden glow over the eerie, dark forest that surrounded the village. The air was heavy with the scent of decayed trees and the faint sound of rustling leaves. A small clearing lay hidden under a dense patch ofdense greenery, lined with fallen trees and old stone walls. The villagers had lived there for generations, their house, once a golden, imposingStructure, now a sleek, modern building with brick outlines and stone detailing.

But beneath the surface of this land was a dark secret: an ancient, hidden book that spoke of shadows and whispers that never told the truth. Its pages were written by a man who had died thousands of years ago, his final words still etched into the trees around him as he lay in the clearing at night.

The village wasn’t interested in what had happened to them, but when the villagers tried …

The Last Commute

hamed Jan. 24, 2025, 10:45 a.m.

It was an ordinary Thursday morning—at least, it started that way. In a sleek, minimalist office high above the city skyline, Jenna was staring at her coffee cup. Her commute had been... well, nonexistent. A few seconds ago, she'd been in her kitchen, fighting with a stubborn blender. Now, she was seated in her sleek, modern office chair, staring out at the view of the bustling metropolis below.

"Did I miss something?" Jenna murmured to herself, rubbing her eyes.

It wasn’t the coffee making her dizzy; it was the fact that she had just used the TelePorter, SpaceX's newly unveiled device that allowed instantaneous relocation. Elon Musk had announced it a few weeks ago during a live-streamed event, promising that within months, "the world would be smaller, and your commute would be a thing of the past."

Jenna had been skeptical. Everyone was. But today, it was real. She’d stood …

azriel's opinion.

ziamaiko Jan. 4, 2024, 6:25 p.m.

دنیا کاملا بی‌عدالت است. شعارهایی که می‌گویند همه یکسان هستند، همه دروغ‌هایی مانند گل‌های پژمرده‌اند. روزی زیبا بودند؛ اما حالا دارند از بین می‌روند. زشت شده‌اند و از زیبایی‌شان چیزی نمانده. نماد مرگ هستند.
در میان زندگی سرنوشتت دگرگون می‌شود. تمام بدی‌های دنیا سرت خراب می‌شوند بدون اینکه کار اشتباهی کرده باشی.
بله. تمام بدی‌های زندگی آزمون الهی نیست. نمی‌خواهد ما را قوی کند. اتفاق‌های بد می‌افتند. همین. زندگی‌ات می‌تواند نابود شود بدون اینکه کار اشتباهی کرده باشی.
من تا کنون مرگ آدم‌های زیادی را دیده‌ام. حتی خودم هم بارها و بارها به مرگ نزدیک شده‌ام و می‌دانم که چقدر واقعی‌ست.
گرچه مثل اینکه برای آیکو اینطور نیست. هرگز نبوده است. هر زمان که اتفاق وحشتناکی می‌افتد آیکو فقط جلو می‌رود و خیلی مصمم می‌گوید. «من نمی‌میرم!» نه من و نه آکی هرگز منظورش را متوجه نشده‌ایم. هرگز نفهمیدیم از کجا انقدر مطمئن است که نمی‌میرد. از طرفی، درمورد مردن ما بیش از …

The Fear

dehongi Dec. 26, 2023, 5:44 p.m.

He had always been afraid of the dark. As a child, he would hide under the covers and pray that the monsters wouldn’t get him. As he grew older, he learned to cope with his fear. He would leave the lights on at night and sleep with the TV on.

But one day, his fear finally caught up with him. He was walking home from work when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, but there was no one there. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps grew louder. He started to run, but he knew it was too late.

The darkness enveloped him, and he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and there it was - the monster he had always feared. It was tall and dark, with glowing red eyes. He tried to run, but it was no use. The monster had him …

The Mirror

rumi Dec. 29, 2023, 7:08 p.m.

She had always loved mirrors. As a child, she would spend hours in front of them, admiring her reflection, imagining she was a princess or a fairy. She would dress up in her mother's clothes and jewelry, and pretend she was someone else.

As she grew older, her fascination with mirrors did not fade. She collected them from different places, different eras, different shapes and sizes. She hung them on the walls of her apartment, creating a gallery of her own beauty. She would stare at them, mesmerized by her own image, oblivious to the world outside.

She had no friends, no lovers, no hobbies, no interests. She only had herself, and her mirrors. She thought she was happy, until one day, she found a new mirror.

It was an antique, a gift from her aunt who had passed away. It was oval, with a golden frame, and intricate carvings. …