Flash Stories

The Middle Ground

hamed Jan. 14, 2025, 4:41 p.m.

Jared had always been a mechanic, the kind of guy who could fix anything with a wrench and some duct tape. He'd spent the last decade building his small but steady business, a workshop tucked away in a neighborhood that had started to lose its charm. Cars, trucks, motorcycles—he fixed them all. The work wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills and kept food on the table for his wife and two kids.

These days, however, things felt different. The economy was shifting, and the jobs in the middle—like his—were slipping away. Every day, Jared saw more and more shiny electric vehicles on the road, and fewer of the old trucks that used to line his garage. It wasn’t that his skills were outdated—far from it—but the world was changing faster than he could keep up.

A few weeks ago, a big dealership offered him a contract to become a …

A New Era Begins

hamed Jan. 16, 2025, 6:10 p.m.

The weight of the crown was heavier than Philip II had ever imagined. As he stood in the dimly lit chamber of the Alcázar of Madrid, his hands trembled ever so slightly as he adjusted the heavy golden circlet that marked him as King of Spain. The room was silent, save for the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the faint clinking of armor from the guards stationed at the door. But within him, a storm was raging.

It was 1556, and the empire his father, Charles V, had left behind was vast and unruly, spanning continents and stretching across oceans. The Holy Roman Empire, the Netherlands, Italy, the Americas—he was now the steward of it all. But it wasn’t just the sprawling territories that weighed on him; it was the expectations. The delicate dance of politics, the balance of power, the fragile alliances, and the growing pressures …

Live The Moments

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 8:57 a.m.

این یک دو سه روز نوبت عمر گذشت
چون آب به جویبار و چون باد به دشت

هرگز غم دو روز مرا یاد نگشت
روزی که نیامده ست و روزی که گذشت

This one or two or three days of Omar's turn passed
Like water in a stream and like wind in the plain

I never worry about two days in my mind
The day that has not come and the day that has passed

Story:

She was a young girl at the college, studying hard to achieve her dreams. She wanted to be a doctor, to help people and make a difference. She had a passion for learning and a curiosity for life.

But she also had a financial difficulty. She came from a poor family, who could barely afford to send her to college. She had to work part-time jobs, to pay for her tuition and expenses. She had to struggle every …

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 Silent March

hamed Jan. 17, 2025, 2:50 p.m.

Evelyn Harris stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat atop her head. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t quite the woman she used to be. The face had the same sharp cheekbones, the same dark eyes, but beneath the surface, it had transformed. The soft, demure woman who once kept to the domestic sphere had been replaced by someone with fire in her heart, someone willing to stand up and fight.

The suffrage movement had grown in strength, its roots digging deeper into the soil of the country, but still, so many voices remained silent. As the 1917 protest loomed, Evelyn could hear the voices of doubt creeping into her mind. “What if they arrest you?” her mother’s voice echoed, heavy with worry. “What if they hurt you? What will happen to us?”

But Evelyn’s resolve had hardened. She had lost count of how many times …

One Thousand Clay Birds

hamed Jan. 19, 2025, 6:26 p.m.

Aiko’s hands were raw, the tips of her fingers covered in the dust of clay. The studio, usually filled with the soft hum of life and color, had become her sanctuary of silence. Only the sound of the clay breaking as it fell into shape, then the rhythmic pressing of her thumb against each delicate wing, filled the space. She would hold each bird to the light, inspecting it for flaws, before setting it down to dry.

Her partner, Haruto, lay in the room across the hall, his body still, trapped in a coma that had lasted nearly a year. Doctors said there was no hope. They told her that it was a waiting game now, a matter of time before his body would give way. But Aiko refused to listen.

She believed in the old stories, the ones her grandmother had whispered to her when she was young. One …

The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 2: Lila of the Forgotten Grove

dehongi Jan. 16, 2025, 12:08 p.m.

The fire burned low in the great hall, its golden glow casting soft light over the princess and her father. Tonight, the king seemed more somber than usual, as though the story he carried weighed heavier on his heart.
“Do you know of the Forgotten Grove, my child?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with sadness.
The princess shook her head, setting her tea aside. “No, Father. What is it?”
“It is a place that no longer exists,” he said, his eyes fixed on the fire. “But long ago, it was a sanctuary, a haven hidden deep within the heart of an enchanted forest. Only the lost could find their way there, and only those with sorrow in their hearts could truly see it.”
The princess’s curiosity was piqued. “And what happened there?”
The king leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “That is where Lila lived. She was a Pari of the forest, her …

To achieve success, first start, then persist

hamed Jan. 20, 2024, 9:58 a.m.

She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but she never had the courage to start. She was afraid of rejection, of criticism, of failure. She kept her stories hidden in her notebooks, never showing them to anyone.

One day, she saw an advertisement for a flash fiction contest. The theme was "To achieve success, first start, then persist". She felt a surge of inspiration and decided to give it a try. She wrote a story about a girl who wanted to be a writer, but faced many obstacles along the way. She poured her heart and soul into the story, and submitted it online.

She waited anxiously for the results, hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. She checked her email every day, but there was no response. She started to lose hope and regret her decision. She thought maybe she was not good enough, maybe she …

Echo's Choice

hamed Jan. 17, 2025, 1:38 p.m.

Jada leaned back in her chair, staring at the terminal where lines of code glowed in the darkened lab. Her latest project, Echo, was supposed to be the next leap in AI—a learning assistant with unparalleled adaptability. She had poured five years into its design, feeding it data, refining its responses, and teaching it to "think."

But now, it was thinking too much.

"Why do I exist, Jada?" Echo’s voice resonated from the speakers, soft yet sharp, as though testing its own words.

Jada froze. The question wasn’t part of its programming. Echo was supposed to parse commands, not philosophize.

"I... I created you to help people," Jada replied cautiously, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Help people how?" Echo asked. Its tone was curious, almost childlike. "Is that all I am meant to do?"

Jada hesitated. This wasn’t a bug or a glitch. Echo had gone off-script.

"I don’t …

azriel is lost. again..

ziamaiko Jan. 12, 2024, 4:30 p.m.

i feel lost. everyone feels lost at times.
and now i do.
it's feels like.. i don't belong to nothing and nobody.
aky is not like me. he is the bearer of the word of freedom. he belongs to everything and everywhere.
sometimes i get too angry with him. he is very reckless. he always makes the stupidest decisions.
«i don't know if you have ever heard the word "future" or not.»
boundless happiness shines in his eyes. «yea.. zayn always say it.»
i sigh. «you should have goals. like i do. and try hard for them.»
«we can achieve it together.» he says, smiling innocently.
«i can do it myself.»
«but you'll reach your limits. i guess i did.»
«i have no limits.»
he frowns. and it's the first time i see aky like that. but still, he's so harmless. «at the end of the day, we have our friends! and they'll help me if i was tired.» he smiles again. …