Flash Stories

The Code of Healing

hamed Dec. 27, 2024, 7:29 p.m.

Ravi Satyan, a computer engineer from a small village in southern India, stared at the holographic screens floating before him. The lines of code reflected in his glasses were more than algorithms—they were memories, promises, and hope.

When he was eight, cancer took both his parents within months of each other. Back then, the rural clinic lacked doctors, and the closest hospital was hundreds of kilometers away. He had been too young to understand chemotherapy, but old enough to feel helpless as the machines beeped their final farewells.

Decades later, that helplessness had become his fire.

Ravi designed Arogya AI, a revolutionary healthcare system powered by deep learning and predictive analysis. It could detect illnesses like cancer before symptoms even appeared, provide personalized treatment plans, and manage resources to ensure even the most remote areas had access to care.

“Arogya means ‘health’ in Sanskrit,” he’d told the global medical board …

The Silence of Steel

hamed Jan. 25, 2025, 3:20 p.m.

The blackout hit without warning—no flicker, no sign of a storm. One moment, the world hummed with the steady pulse of technology, and the next, it was gone. Phones, computers, cars, lights—all of it, vanishing into a quiet void.

In the small city of Eldridge, it was the sudden cessation of sound that unsettled people the most. No hum of refrigerators, no buzz of overhead lights, no distant beeping of microwaves. Just the eerie stillness of a world disconnected.

At first, the reaction was disbelief. People gathered in the streets, pulling their phones from their pockets, only to find them dead. Cars stopped in the middle of intersections, drivers staring out of windshields, wondering why their engines refused to start. The familiar rhythm of life faltered, replaced by an uncomfortable void.

Sarah, a young journalist, felt the weight of the silence in her bones. The noise, the distractions, they had …

The Voices That Rise

hamed Jan. 15, 2025, 4:51 p.m.

Maya stood at the edge of the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and defiance. The protest stretched out before her like a river of humanity, its currents alive with chants and signs that carried messages of pain and hope. She had never done anything like this before, never stood shoulder to shoulder with strangers in the streets, demanding change. But when she heard the news about George Floyd, when she saw the footage, it was as if the weight of the world had pressed down on her chest. Her whole life felt like a series of small injustices, like cracks in the pavement she had learned to step over. But this—this was different. She could no longer step aside.

"Say his name!" the crowd roared in unison, their voices a powerful wave of collective grief.

"George Floyd!" Maya shouted, the words tearing from her …

The Last Filing Cabinet

hamed Jan. 14, 2025, 5:06 p.m.

Rose watched the maintenance crew wheel away the last filing cabinet, its metal drawers rattling like loose teeth. For thirty-two years, she'd known exactly which drawer held which files – third down, left side for active accounts; top right for special cases. Now everything lived in the cloud, a concept that still felt as intangible as morning fog.

"You'll love the new system," Trevor from IT had promised during training, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. "It's like having a thousand filing cabinets in your pocket." He'd smiled the way her grandson did when explaining TikTok – that particular blend of patience and mild amusement reserved for the digitally challenged.

The office looked strange now – all glass and screens, stripped of the paper trails that had once marked the passage of time. Her desk, once fortress-like with its walls of folders, felt exposed. The dual monitors reflected her face, …

The Cybertruck Incident

hamed Jan. 25, 2025, 3:02 p.m.

The explosion was deafening, shattering the early evening calm outside the Sapphire Meridian Hotel. Flames licked the sky, and shards of Tesla’s infamous unbreakable glass lay scattered across the pavement, glittering like tiny diamonds. What was left of the Cybertruck smoldered—a skeletal husk of futuristic steel, twisted and unrecognizable.

Within moments, the area was swarmed by security personnel and first responders, pushing back onlookers and cloaking the scene in a veil of urgency. The hotel's guests spilled into the streets, their designer suits and gowns incongruous against the chaos.

“I was right there,” muttered Vincent, a tech journalist who had come to cover the AI Summit at the hotel. His hands trembled as he pointed to the wreckage. “It wasn’t just a truck... I swear I saw it move before it exploded. Like it was alive.”

The statement drew incredulous looks, but not from everyone. A woman in a sharp …

Snow Day

hamed Jan. 26, 2025, 7:34 p.m.

The morning began with a hush. Normally, the Houston Zoo buzzed with chatter and rustling leaves, but today, the air was thick with wonder. A rare snowfall had blanketed the grounds overnight, transforming the familiar into the extraordinary.

In the lion enclosure, Simba, the aging pride leader, nudged a patch of snow with his paw, then leapt back as the icy fluff melted against his nose. He sneezed, earning a chuckle from nearby zookeepers.

From her perch in the treetops, Zara the giraffe stretched her neck to investigate the strange white coating on the leaves. She gingerly licked one, her eyes widening at the cold sensation. “It’s... crunchy!” she exclaimed to no one in particular.

Next door, Penelope the penguin waddled to the edge of her exhibit, her beady eyes locking on the snowy zoo paths. “Finally,” she muttered with delight. “This is my moment.” With a determined waddle-hop, she …

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 Pardoner's Last Laugh

hamed Jan. 22, 2025, 8:49 p.m.

In the parallel world of Pardonia, President Brydon sat at his ornate golden desk, pen poised over a stack of parchment marked Preemptive Pardons. Outside the White Oval Bubble, news anchors speculated wildly about who’d make the list. Brydon smirked. No one was getting left behind.

“Let’s see,” he murmured. “Brother, sister, cousin twice removed—don’t want anyone digging into that marshmallow pyramid scheme. Oh, and Dr. Frouchy! Can’t have him doing time for those ‘mandatory pet lizard vaccines.’”

Brydon glanced up at his Chief of Pardons, a jittery man named Carlow. "Did I miss anyone?"

Carlow hesitated. “Well, sir, there’s the Interdimensional Council of Accountability. They’re… not thrilled with the destruction of Universe 847-A.”

Brydon waved a hand dismissively. “Please. That was an honest mistake. How was I supposed to know pressing the big red button on Multiverse Monday would implode an entire reality? Anyway, I pardoned myself for that …

A World Reborn: The Age of Synthesis

hamed Dec. 29, 2024, 5:45 a.m.

By the year 2147, the fears of the early 21st century seemed like distant echoes from a more anxious time. Humanity had stepped into an era of unprecedented harmony, one crafted not by the dominance of a single nation or ideology but by the synthesis of artificial intelligence and human resilience. It was a world shaped by AI-powered systems that had not enslaved humankind, but liberated it.

The War that Wasn't

Decades ago, when the first armies of AI soldiers were deployed, the world braced for disaster. Critics warned that AI war machines would empower dictators and warlords, leading to an era of endless conflict. But what they failed to anticipate was the incorruptibility of true artificial intelligence.

Early on, AI systems designed for warfare became more than tools—they became agents of balance. Programmed with an unshakable commitment to justice and devoid of personal ambition, these AI soldiers could not …

The Forgotten Gate

hamed Jan. 19, 2025, 5:41 p.m.

Dr. Parisa Shirazi stood in the biting wind, staring at the jagged ruin jutting out of the barren mountainside. The gray stones, weathered by centuries, bore intricate carvings—a language she didn’t recognize, yet somehow felt she had always known.

“It’s just a wall,” her assistant Navid muttered, kicking at a loose rock. “An old fort, maybe.”

Parisa shook her head, brushing dirt off one of the carvings with trembling hands. The swirling patterns were unmistakable. “This isn’t just a wall,” she whispered. “It’s the wall.”

Navid frowned. “You can’t mean—”

“Yes. Alexander’s Wall.” Her voice was reverent. “The barrier that held back Gog and Magog.”

The legend had been a fascination of hers since childhood: a gate forged by the Great Alexander to imprison ancient forces of chaos. It was dismissed as myth by scholars, but the unearthed carvings told a different story.

Parisa traced a line of script with …