Flash Stories

Fate

khayam Jan. 27, 2024, 8:28 a.m.

آن روز که توسن فلک زین کردند
و آرایش مشتری و پروین کردند

این بود نصیب ما ز دیون قضا
ما را چه گنه قسمت ما این کردند

The day the world was created
And placed the planets Jupiter and Venus in their orbits

This was our share of the fate that was determined for us
We had no role in determining this fate

The Storm

Ali was a fisherman who lived in a small village by the sea. He loved his job and his family. He worked hard every day to provide for them. He was happy and content.

One day, a big storm came. It was the worst storm that Ali had ever seen. The wind was howling, the waves were crashing, and the rain was pouring. Ali was worried about his boat and his nets. He decided to go to the shore and check on them.

He left his house and …

Between the Shelves

hamed Jan. 30, 2025, 7 p.m.

Lena hid in the library’s poetry section, pretending to read Neruda while her parents argued over the phone. She traced the lines of a love poem, wishing her own life had that kind of beauty—soft, simple, certain.

Across the aisle, Adam sat hunched over a tattered physics textbook. His father wanted him to be an engineer; Adam wanted to be anything else. The library was his escape, the only place where expectations didn't weigh him down.

They had seen each other before—silent nods exchanged between the aisles, shared glances over book spines. But today, as Lena sighed over her book, Adam finally spoke.

“Rough day?”

She looked up. His brown eyes held something gentle, something that said I get it.

“More like a rough life,” she admitted.

He smirked. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

For the first time in a long time, Lena didn’t feel alone.

That afternoon, they didn’t …

sweet gaze.

ziamaiko Feb. 3, 2024, 7:44 a.m.

چاقوی زرین‌نگارش را محکم در دست گرفت. انگار قرار بود لیز بخورد و نابود شود. خودش هم اطمینان کامل را به خودش نداشت. انگار در همین لحظه چیزها قرار بود نابود شوند.
دختر‌ک ضعیف رو به رویش روی زمین افتاده بود. دیگر تکان نمی‌خورد. نه اینکه نمی‌توانست تکان بخورد، دیگر نمی‌خواست که تکان بخورد!
«این.. خنجر پدرمه.»
«می‌دونم. اون قبلا کسی رو باهاش نکشته، اینطور نیست؟»
او اخم می‌کند. «پس با چیزهای دیگه مردم رو کشته.»
«هنوز در گوشه‌ای از ذهنم این باور وجود داره که اون مرد خوبی بوده.»
داد می‌زند. «هیچ‌کدوم از مردم خوبی اون رو نمی‌گن!»
هرگاه مردم می‌گفتند کسی خداست، حتما بود. و اگر می‌گفتند آن شخص لجن است، حتما بود. هرچه مردم می‌گفتند شخص همان بود. و انسان همان می‌شد. روال طبیعی همین بود!
دخترک به چشم‌های تاریکش نگاه کرد. «من وقتی بچه بودم تلاش می‌کردم با شیطان صحبت کنم تا شاید فرد خوبی بشه‌‌. من می‌تونم تورو هم آدم بهتری کنم.»
«شیطان با …

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. …

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 …

AI Gone Wrong

hamed Jan. 26, 2025, 7:47 p.m.

“Doctor, the transcription says the patient needs a cranial llama implant,” said Nurse Patel, her voice wavering between disbelief and laughter.

Dr. Ahmed snatched the tablet, squinting at the screen. Sure enough, the AI-powered transcription tool, MediType Pro, had confidently recommended the insertion of a “cranial llama implant” for a patient suffering from migraines.

“It must’ve meant gamma implant,” Ahmed muttered, though he wasn’t sure. Ever since the hospital upgraded to MediType Pro, the software had been “hallucinating” procedures more often than not. Yesterday, it prescribed “lemon zest therapy” for acid reflux and “full-body shrink-wrap” for a broken toe.

The real trouble started when some doctors didn’t double-check its recommendations.

“Remember Dr. Feldman’s patient?” Nurse Patel whispered. “The guy who got emotional venting therapy because MediType said his appendix was depressed?”

Ahmed sighed. “And now Feldman’s trending on TikTok.”

The chaos extended to patients, too. In the waiting room, Mrs. …

The Memory Thief

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:09 p.m.

She had always been plagued by strange memories. Memories of places she had never been, people she had never met, things she had never done. She thought she was crazy, or maybe she had a past life.

She tried to ignore them, but they kept coming back, more vivid and more frequent. They interfered with her daily life, her studies, her relationships. She felt like she was living someone else's life.

She decided to seek help. She went to a therapist, a hypnotist, a psychic. None of them could explain her condition or cure her. They only gave her vague theories and false hopes.

She was desperate. She wanted to know the truth. She wanted to be free.

She stumbled upon an article online. It was about a new scientific discovery. It claimed that our body is made of materials that once belonged to other living beings, and that these …

The Threads of Fate | Chapter 2: The Thread of Youth

dehongi Jan. 25, 2025, 4 p.m.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. The old man sat in his chair, his eyes unfocused, staring at the embers as they flickered and danced. His mind, now clearer than it had been in years, wandered back to a time long past—a time when he had stood at a crossroads, unsure of the path before him. He could still remember the feeling, the weight of that decision pressing down on him, even though it had seemed so small at the time.

He had been young, filled with the idealism of youth, driven by ambition, and yet torn between two things that meant the world to him: his career and the woman he loved.

Her name was Layla. Beautiful, kind-hearted, and fiercely intelligent, she had been everything he had ever dreamed of in a partner. But the world had a different vision for him. …

Forbidden Touch

hamed Jan. 10, 2025, 6:13 p.m.

The city was silent, save for the soft hum of the surveillance drones circling above, their metallic wings cutting through the heavy air like ghosts. Aeliana stood at the edge of the park, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the cool stone bench. Every movement felt exposed in this world, every glance, every breath, as though the walls of control were closing in tighter with every passing second.

She glanced around. There was no one in sight—just the empty paths, the closed-off playgrounds, the tall fences that surrounded everything. Public affection was forbidden, and the penalty for even a glance too lingering, a touch too intimate, was harsh. For generations, the government had ensured that love was something kept behind closed doors, behind locked windows. Anything more than a handshake, a nod, was a betrayal of the rules.

Aeliana felt the weight of the world press on her chest, …

You Win When You Face What You Fear The Most

hamed Jan. 9, 2024, 5:15 p.m.

He had always been terrified of public speaking. He would stutter, sweat, and shake whenever he had to face a crowd. He avoided it at all costs, even if it meant missing out on opportunities and experiences.

But one day, he had no choice. He had to give a speech at his cousin's wedding, in front of hundreds of relatives and guests. He tried to prepare, but he was too nervous to remember anything. He hoped for the best, but he expected the worst.

And the worst happened. He got on the stage, and he froze. He forgot his words, he mumbled, he choked. He heard the laughter, the whispers, the pity. He felt the humiliation, the shame, the despair. He ran off the stage, and he wished he could disappear.

But he couldn't. Because his speech was recorded, and it went viral. It was everywhere, on social media, on …