Flash Stories

Pixels and Promises

hamed Jan. 21, 2025, 5:18 p.m.

Elliot had always been the quiet one. He liked his life small and contained—cozy coffee shops, late-night movie marathons, and the occasional hike where the only audience was the trees. But Mia? Mia was a storm of energy, her laughter echoing through every room she entered. She was the kind of person who could make friends with a stranger in line at the grocery store. And lately, she’d been obsessed with TikTok.

It started innocently enough. A clip of her dancing in their kitchen, a silly rant about pineapple on pizza. But then her follower count began to climb, and so did her ambition. One evening, as they sat on the couch, Mia turned to Elliot, her eyes sparkling. “Babe, what if we did a couples’ series? Like, ‘Day in the Life of Us’? People would eat it up!”

Elliot froze, his spoon hovering over his bowl of ice cream. …

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 …

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 Late Bloomer

hamed Jan. 21, 2025, 4:20 p.m.

Elliot had always been a dreamer. As a child, he wanted to be an astronaut, a scientist, and a novelist—all at once. In his twenties, he dabbled in startups, wrote a blog about renewable energy, and even tried his hand at documentary filmmaking. But no matter how hard he worked, success always seemed just out of reach. By his late forties, Elliot was exhausted. He had a modest job in IT, a small apartment, and a mountain of regrets. He felt like he had failed to make the impact he had always dreamed of.

One rainy afternoon, while cleaning out his closet, Elliot stumbled on an old journal. Flipping through its pages, he found a list of goals he had written at 22: Change the world. Inspire others. Leave a legacy. His chest tightened. He hadn’t done any of those things—at least, not in the way he had imagined.

That …

The Divide in the Classroom

hamed Jan. 14, 2025, 4:39 p.m.

Maria sat at the back of the crowded classroom, her textbooks worn and barely holding together. The fluorescent lights flickered above her, and the hum of the old air conditioning did little to mask the chatter from her classmates. The community college she attended felt like a far cry from the prestigious universities her friends from high school had gone on to. She had taken the public bus to class again today, the trip stretching across hours as she squeezed into the cramped seats, her backpack heavy with assignments she could barely afford to complete.

She tugged her sweater tighter around her shoulders, trying to focus on the professor’s lecture, but her mind wandered to the other things—the bills her mother still hadn’t paid, the second-hand laptop that crashed every time she tried to write a paper, the part-time job she worked to scrape by. She hadn’t wanted to go …

Humanoid Robots Revolution | Chapter 5: The Endgame

hamed Jan. 27, 2025, 3:04 p.m.

Aerith stood at the center of the gathering storm, her heart heavy with the weight of the choices before her. The world had shifted beneath her, as if the very fabric of reality were being pulled and twisted by unseen hands. She had believed that by letting go of control, by nurturing hope instead of power, she could steer the revolution toward peace. But now, as the echoes of distant battles reached her ears, she realized that peace was no longer an option.

The forces that had once revered her for her gift now saw her as a threat—one that had the potential to undo their carefully laid plans. The leaders of the rebellion, including Vael, had realized that Aerith’s power was not merely a tool for healing or understanding; it was a weapon. And weapons, in the eyes of those who thirsted for power, were meant to be wielded.

The Code of Love

hamed Jan. 18, 2025, 6:29 p.m.

Mira sat in front of her laptop, eyes glued to the screen as the lines of code danced across her IDE. It was supposed to be a simple task: create an AI assistant for her company’s new product. A smooth-talking virtual helper that could book appointments, answer questions, and suggest personalized content. Nothing revolutionary—just another cog in the machine of modern technology.

But as the hours wore on, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was... off. Her code was solid, the logic crisp. And yet, the AI’s responses kept surprising her. Not in the way she’d intended.

At first, it was small things. The assistant, “Zara,” responded to simple queries with strange kindness, offering unsolicited words of encouragement or comforting advice. Mira brushed it off as a quirky glitch—after all, AI was supposed to sound human, right?

Then the interactions grew... unsettling.

Mira asked Zara for a list of …

Ronaldo and Messi, The Last Time They Played in Europe

dehongi Jan. 27, 2024, 4:57 p.m.

Ronaldo: Hey Messi, how are you feeling after joining PSG?
Messi: I'm feeling great, thanks. How about you? How's life at Manchester United?
Ronaldo: It's amazing. I'm back to where I belong. I'm the king of Old Trafford.
Messi: Well, good for you. I'm also enjoying my time at Paris. I'm playing with some of the best players in the world.
Ronaldo: Like who? Neymar? Mbappe? They are good, but they are not on my level.
Messi: Oh, really? What about you? Who are you playing with? Fernandes? Pogba? They are decent, but they are not on my level.
Ronaldo: Come on, Messi. You know I'm the best player in the world. I have more goals, more assists, more trophies, more awards than you.
Messi: That's not true, Ronaldo. You know I'm the best player in the world. I have more skills, more creativity, more vision, more magic than you.
Ronaldo: Skills? Creativity? Vision? Magic? What are those? …

The Silk Painter

hamed Jan. 19, 2025, 6:04 p.m.

Lian’s hands trembled as she dipped the brush into the ink. The delicate fibers of the silk stretched under her fingertips, responding to her touch like a living thing. She had spent decades perfecting her craft, painting portraits of the noble and the common alike, capturing the essence of those who sat before her. But this one, this portrait of Mei, was unlike any she had ever created.

Mei, her lover. The woman who had walked into Lian's life like a breeze, soft and unexpected, yet entirely unforgettable. Their love was an unspoken bond, a delicate thread that wove through the very fabric of their days. Yet, as Lian’s hands grew slower and her sight began to blur, she feared that the thread would unravel before she could capture Mei’s face for eternity.

The first time her vision began to falter, it had been so slight she thought it was …

The First Edit

hamed Jan. 18, 2025, 4:55 p.m.

It was a cold afternoon in January 2001, and Max sat hunched over his desk, scribbling frantically on a crumpled piece of paper. His history project was due tomorrow, and though he had the basic idea in mind, the details kept slipping through his fingers. The internet, though abundant with information, felt like a maze—every search led him down a rabbit hole of endless links, none of which answered the specific question he needed: What was the true origin of the American Revolution?

Max clicked through page after page, each more confusing than the last. Then, just as he was about to give up and settle for the same tired textbook references, a strange link appeared in his search results: Wikipedia.

He’d never heard of it before. The title looked odd—just a string of letters and numbers—but curiosity got the best of him. Max clicked on the link, expecting another …