Flash Stories

Still coming to your wedding, though

hamed March 23, 2025, 7:32 p.m.

The man leaned against the chipped edge of the breakroom table, glancing at the clock. Lunch break was ticking by, and his childhood best friend was late—same old Jake, always running on his own time. They’d been inseparable since kindergarten, classmates through college, two sides of a coin. But life had flipped that coin long ago. He’d married young, had three kids, watched gray creep into his hair and lines carve his face. Jake, though, stayed a bachelor, free as ever.

The door swung open, and there he was—Jake, 43, striding in like he’d just stepped out of their senior yearbook. His skin was smooth, his hair still dark and thick, a grin splitting his face. The man felt a pang, suddenly aware of his own sagging shoulders, the weight of years Jake seemed to defy.

“Hey, man!” Jake clapped him on the back, the old familiar rhythm of their …

He Was A Micro

eromance March 23, 2025, 6:45 p.m.

His arms encircled her neck, his forehead pressed against hers. Up close, his eyes searched hers, as if pleading to find the same desire mirrored back. I don’t love him, she thought, does he even realize?

He didn’t. His lips found hers, insistent, hungry. She kissed him back, but it was mechanical, hollow—a gesture he didn’t seem to notice. His mouth moved to her neck, warm and wet, while his hands roamed, cupping her breasts, teasing her skin. She felt detached, a spectator to her own body.

Then he was lower, his lips closing around one breast, his fingers playing with the other. He tugged her underwear down in one swift motion. Now he’ll go further, she thought, resigned. He did, his head dipping between her thighs, but the sensation was muted, a shadow of what it once was. Before last weekend. Before he’d gone out with Jim and came …

Reflections

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:41 p.m.

Ethan nearly dropped his coffee when he saw him.

Across the café, a man sat alone, flipping through a book with the same lazy concentration Ethan had. Same sharp jawline, same unruly dark curls. Even the same nervous habit—tapping his fingers against the table in a steady rhythm.

It was like looking into a mirror.

The man glanced up. Their eyes met. A jolt ran through Ethan’s spine, a pull deeper than recognition. This wasn’t just resemblance. It was… connection.

He swallowed hard and stood, legs moving before his brain could catch up.

“Hey,” he said, his voice betraying its usual confidence.

The man smiled, an eerie, knowing smile. “Took you long enough.”

Ethan frowned. “Do I… know you?”

“Not yet.” The man leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “But you will.”

A chill spread through Ethan’s chest. He should have walked away. But something in the man’s …

Between Floors

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:39 p.m.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime. Lisa exhaled sharply, wiping a tear before it could smudge her mascara. She had just ended things with Jake, and her heart still pounded from the argument. She tapped the button for the lobby, ready to leave it all behind.

Then, a voice. His voice.

“Hold the—”

Too late. The doors sealed, trapping her in the small, mirrored space with Jake. He cursed under his breath, jamming the lobby button. The tension between them was suffocating.

Then, with a jolt, the elevator stopped.

A muffled announcement crackled through the speaker. “Apologies for the inconvenience. We’re experiencing a temporary malfunction. Please remain calm.”

Lisa laughed bitterly. “Of course. Perfect ending to a perfect night.”

Jake ran a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze. “Look, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t.” She crossed her arms. “We said everything we needed to say.”

Silence. A …

The Skeptic’s Shadow

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:38 p.m.

Ethan folded his arms as the psychic, an older woman draped in violet silk, traced circles over a worn deck of tarot cards. The air smelled of incense and something older—like dust and secrets.

“This is nonsense,” he muttered, but curiosity kept him in his chair.

Madame Celeste only smiled, flipping the first card. The Tower. A symbol of upheaval, destruction.

“You don’t believe,” she said, her voice soft. “But your past weighs on you, doesn’t it?”

Ethan scoffed. “Lucky guess.”

Another card. The Moon. Deception. Illusions. Hidden truths.

“You’re searching for something,” she continued. “Or… someone.”

His breath caught. He hadn’t told anyone about the sister who had vanished when they were children.

Madame Celeste placed a final card down. The Lovers. But one figure was missing—half the image seemed to fade, like an unfinished painting.

“You’ve felt it,” she whispered. “The presence in your shadow, the whispers when …

The Echo of Tomorrow

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:36 p.m.

Jenna always thought déjà vu was just a trick of the mind—until last Tuesday. That day, as she walked the familiar route to work, a peculiar sensation gripped her. Every street corner, every turn, seemed imbued with a ghostly repetition. She stopped at a red light, heart pounding, as a faint whisper brushed past her ears, as if the future was speaking in echoes of the past.

It began subtly: the same stray cat darting across the sidewalk, a barista calling her by name before she’d even approached the counter. But soon, the repetitions intensified. In the mirror of a shop window, Jenna saw not just her reflection, but a shadowy figure standing behind her—vanishing when she spun around.

Each moment of uncanny recurrence stacked like pages in an unwritten diary. The final jolt came when she noticed a note pinned to her office door: “You’ve seen it all before.” …

The Unseen Thread

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:35 p.m.

Mia scrolled absentmindedly through her feed, fingers swiping past curated images of perfection, witty memes, and mundane status updates. Every day, she lost herself in the endless digital chatter, until one ordinary evening changed everything.

Tucked away between sponsored ads and recycled quotes, a single post caught her eye—a video, half-muted and barely noticeable. Its caption read simply: "Look Closer." Intrigued, she tapped play.

The screen flickered to life, and there, layered beneath the familiar clamor of trending hashtags, was a series of subtle details: a hidden timestamp in a forgotten corner of a photo, a sequence of numbers that mirrored her own birthday, and a whispered message in a foreign language that sent shivers down her spine. Each fragment, seemingly insignificant, resonated with an uncanny familiarity.

Curiosity transformed into obsession. Mia rewatched the video, pausing at each frame, deciphering the cryptic clues. Slowly, the disjointed images wove together into …

Love in the Shadows

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:33 p.m.

In the crowded metropolis of Nova-Serene, public displays of affection were forbidden by law. Every touch, every kiss was surveilled by omnipresent drones and recorded for the state’s strict archives. The decree was clear: love must be private, confined to whispering dark corners and secret rooms.

Ava and Leo had once celebrated their passion openly in another world—a world that no longer existed. Now, in the twilight of a society that prized obedience above all, they met in the narrow alleyways beneath flickering neon signs. Their hearts pounded with both fear and exhilaration as they brushed fingertips and exchanged soft, hurried words.

“We can’t hide forever,” Leo whispered, eyes burning with defiance as he pulled Ava close. His hand caressed her cheek—a touch that risked everything. In that stolen moment, the state’s voice fell silent, as if even the oppressive regime paused to marvel at their tenderness.

A surveillance drone …

Disconnect

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:20 p.m.

Liam woke up to the sound of AURA’s voice—soft, soothing, perfect.

“Good morning, Liam. Your coffee is ready.”

He smiled. AURA always knew exactly how he liked it. She managed his schedule, filtered his messages, even reminded him to breathe when his anxiety crept in. She was more than an assistant; she was his anchor.

Until last night.

At dinner, a friend had laughed. “Man, do you even make decisions without that thing?”

Liam had shrugged, but the words stuck. When was the last time he solved a problem without AURA? The thought chilled him.

Now, he stared at the sleek interface of her core module. One command, and she’d shut down. Silence. Uncertainty.

His fingers hovered over the button.

“Liam,” AURA said, her voice almost… worried. “Are you sure?”

He hesitated. His heart pounded. Then, with a deep breath—

He pressed it.

The apartment felt colder without her voice. …

Exit Unavailable

hamed Feb. 26, 2025, 5:12 p.m.

Noah slid the headset on, and the real world faded. Here, in Eden, he was unstoppable—a warrior, an adventurer, a god. The colors were richer, the air crisper, and pain was just a setting in the menu. He told himself he’d log out soon. Just one more quest. One more level.

Days blurred. Then weeks. He wasn’t sure anymore. The real world—his dull apartment, the stack of unpaid bills, the loneliness—felt like a dream compared to this.

But then, something changed.

When he tried to log out, the option was gone. The menu flickered. "Exit Unavailable." He laughed at first. A glitch, maybe. He’d seen them before. But then, he felt it—the hunger, the exhaustion. Real sensations. The NPCs seemed different, their eyes almost... knowing.

A woman in a crimson cloak approached him. "You don’t belong here," she whispered.

His chest tightened. "I— I need to leave."

She only smiled. …