Flash Stories

Taurus Troubles

hamed Jan. 22, 2025, 9:11 p.m.

Maggie had always taken her horoscopes seriously—maybe a little too seriously. As a proud Taurus, she knew she was supposed to be practical, grounded, and stubborn. But when she opened her astrology app that morning, her horoscope made her pause mid-sip of her matcha latte.

"Today, hidden challenges will test your resolve. Keep your wits about you."

Maggie’s eyes narrowed. Hidden challenges? What kind of challenges? Her mind raced. Was her boss planning to surprise her with a last-minute project? Was the barista going to forget her extra oat milk? Was Mercury retrograding again?

She threw on her "Taurus Energy" hoodie, grabbed her crystal bracelet (for protection, obviously), and set out to face the day, determined to uncover every "hidden challenge" before it could ambush her.

Her first stop was the coffee shop. She scrutinized the barista. “You didn’t forget the oat milk, right?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

The barista …

Ticket to Trouble

hamed Jan. 23, 2025, 6:49 p.m.

Olivia had been waiting for months. The Coldplay concert was finally happening, and she’d managed to snag the most coveted tickets in the city—front row, VIP access, the whole package. She’d been dreaming about it nonstop, even practicing her “unofficial” Coldplay dance moves in the living room when no one was watching. The concert was in two days, and she had the tickets tucked safely in her bedside drawer, where she would never forget them.

But life, as always, had other plans.

On the morning of the concert, Olivia had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the unmistakable sound of frantic rummaging. Her housemaid, Maria, was clearly in one of her "cleaning moods." Olivia sighed, knowing that Maria’s cleaning rituals often involved tossing things that weren’t nailed down. She rushed into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, to find Maria organizing the room with military precision.

“Maria, …

Forty Days of Silence

hamed Jan. 19, 2025, 6:56 p.m.

Mina sat in her sleek San Francisco apartment, her laptop open in front of her, yet her mind was nowhere near the task at hand. The glowing cursor on the screen flickered impatiently, as if daring her to focus. Emails piled up in her inbox—investors wanting updates, clients demanding answers, her assistant requesting decisions on the new product launch. But Mina had stopped listening. The noise, the constant hum of tasks, calls, and deadlines, had finally become too much.

She was burnt out. Completely, utterly burnt out. The world had kept spinning faster, and Mina had tried to keep up, sprinting ahead until her legs gave way.

A knock on the door interrupted her spiral of frustration. She glanced up, disoriented. The neighbor, Ms. Shirin, stood there with a warm smile, holding a basket of fresh figs in her hands.

"Figs for you, my dear. And... a suggestion," Shirin said, …

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? …

Humanoid Robots Revolution | Epilogue: A New Dawn

hamed Jan. 27, 2025, 3:05 p.m.

Aerith stood alone beneath the newly risen sun, watching the once-gray sky begin to shift into hues of gold and blue. The storm clouds that had hung so heavily over her life—over the world—had dissipated, leaving behind only the faintest traces of their fury. A new day had begun, not just for her, but for the fractured world she had come to understand and protect.

As the energy of the battle faded, the frozen moments around her began to thaw. The rebels, the soldiers, and even Vael stood motionless at first, their minds still reeling from the vastness of the shift she had unleashed. It wasn’t violence that had stopped them. It was clarity. The clarity that power could not be held forever, that control could not be maintained by fear alone.

Aerith had not won the revolution by conquering it, but by disarming it—by reminding those who sought to …

The Last Road

hamed Jan. 12, 2025, 6 p.m.

Maya gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as the miles stretched before her like an endless blur. The car’s air conditioning had long since failed, the inside of the vehicle suffocating from the heat. The fire was close now—too close. The sky was no longer blue but a molten orange, the sun obscured by smoke as thick as tar.

The radio crackled, barely audible through the static: "Evacuate immediately. Avoid Highway 12. Alternate routes advised. Do not delay."

She wasn’t on Highway 12. She wasn’t on any route, really. Maya had taken the back roads, hoping to escape the gridlock, but it seemed the whole town was trying to do the same thing. Traffic was at a standstill—cars creeping forward in fits and starts like a slow-motion stampede. The smell of burning wood filled the air, sharp and choking.

Maya glanced at her phone—no service. It had been that way …

The Boardroom Mirror

hamed Jan. 16, 2025, 5:16 p.m.

“Next on the agenda,” Marcus said, tapping his pen against the glossy table. “The DEI program.”

The room fell silent, save for the hum of the air conditioning. Amelia watched as her colleagues exchanged loaded glances, their expressions a blend of impatience and resistance. She could already hear the undercurrent of what they wouldn’t say out loud: Here we go again.

She cleared her throat. “As you all know, the Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion initiative is designed to address long-standing disparities within our workforce and—”

“Cost us millions,” interrupted Charles, the CFO, his voice dripping with irritation. “Look, Amelia, no one’s saying diversity isn’t important, but these mandatory trainings and hiring quotas are alienating our top performers.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Amelia’s hand tightened around her coffee cup.

“This isn’t about quotas,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “It’s about creating a workplace where everyone—regardless …

The Threads of Fate | Chapter 8: The Weight of Guilt

dehongi Jan. 25, 2025, 4:28 p.m.

The old man’s mind drifted to a time long buried in the recesses of his memory—a time when a decision, driven by fear and selfishness, had weighed heavily on him. It was a betrayal of trust, one that he had never fully acknowledged, one that had haunted him for years. The guilt of that moment, the lie he had chosen to tell, had stayed with him, a shadow lurking just outside the light of his thoughts.

At the time, he had felt cornered, unable to face the consequences of his actions. He had lied to protect himself, to shield his reputation, and in doing so, he had betrayed someone who had trusted him deeply. The decision had been swift, a reflexive act born of desperation. He convinced himself that it was a necessary evil, that the truth would only cause more harm than good. But now, as an old man, …

Financial Independance Equals Being Wealthy?

dehongi Jan. 11, 2024, 5:24 p.m.

Sarah and David were two friends who grew up in the same neighborhood. Sarah was always ambitious and hardworking, and she eventually became a successful lawyer. David, on the other hand, was more laid-back and preferred to pursue his passions, which included playing music and writing.

Sarah was very proud of her career and her financial success. She had a big house, a fancy car, and all the latest gadgets. However, Sarah was often stressed and unhappy. She worked long hours and was constantly worried about money.

David, on the other hand, was much happier. He didn't have a lot of money, but he didn't need it. He was able to live comfortably on his music and writing income, and he had a lot of free time to pursue his passions.

Sarah and David often talked about their different lives. Sarah often envied David's freedom and happiness, while David often …

The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 7: Parvaneh, the Moonlit Bride

dehongi Jan. 16, 2025, 12:13 p.m.

The king began the next tale with a wistful smile, his gaze lingering on the flickering flames in the hearth.
"Tonight," he said, "I will tell you the story of Parvaneh, the Pari who became known as the Moonlit Bride. Her name, like her destiny, means 'butterfly,' and her beauty was said to shine brightest under the light of a full moon."
The princess leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "A butterfly beneath the moon… what was her story?"
The king's voice softened as he began. "Parvaneh lived near a great kingdom that held a festival every year to honor the moon. People would gather in the royal gardens on the night of the full moon, wearing silver and white, their laughter and music carrying into the night. Parvaneh, drawn by the beauty of the celebration, would secretly watch from the shadows of the forest. She had always been careful to avoid being seen—until …