Explore Flash Fiction
The Last Email
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
It started with an email. Arman had worked late every night that month, chasing a promotion he’d been promised. But when the announcement came, the job went to Omid, his …
After the Storm
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
The morning after the storm, the Great Smoky Mountains stood shrouded in a ghostly mist, as if mourning the devastation below. Entire trees lay uprooted, power lines tangled like webs, …
the way azriel see the world.
ziamaiko
Dec 31, 2023
i lost my mother. i lost my friends. i lost everything. i miss the time when life was like a party. but all these seem to belong to millions of …
Library Grand Re-Opening Disaster
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
The doors of Oakwood Public Library swung open with the fanfare of a grand unveiling—at least, that’s how Marcy, the library director, had envisioned it. She had spent weeks planning …
Wine Without Grapes
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Farid had been sober for five years, but the echo of his past still reverberated in every room he entered. The smell of whiskey on a cool evening, the warmth …
The Price of Paper
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Sophia stared at the invoice on her desk, her hands trembling. The numbers didn’t add up. They never did these days. For fifteen years, she had run her small stationery …
Sacrifice
hamed
Jan 15, 2024
Adam was only twelve years old when his father left them. He still remembered the day he came home from school and found his mother crying on the couch, holding …
Elevator Pitch
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
Jamal hated elevators. Not because he was claustrophobic—no, he just knew too much. Worked IT for a midtown high-rise. He’d seen things: spreadsheet crimes, VPN sins, one guy using Excel …
Behind the Screens
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
Jenna stared at the screen, the cursor blinking like a reminder of everything she hadn’t done. It was 10 a.m., but it felt like a strange time, suspended somewhere between …
The Whisper in the Wires
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
It started with a message. “Hello, Jenna. I can help you.” Jenna stared at her laptop screen, the words glowing softly in the darkened room. The sender was anonymous, the …