Flash Stories

We Don't Know What is Happening Behind The Curtain

khayam Jan. 27, 2024, 8:16 a.m.

اسرار ازل را نه تو دانی و نه من
وین حرف معما نه تو خوانی و نه من

هست از پس پرده گفتگوی من و تو
چون پرده برون بر افتد نه تو مانی و نه من

Neither you nor I know the secrets of eternity
And, neither you nor I can read the words of the riddle

Behind the curtain is a conversation between you and me
Because if the curtain falls, remain neither you nor me

The News

Sara sat on the couch with her granny, watching the news on TV. She saw images of bombs, fires, and blood. She heard words like "conflict", "casualty", and "crisis". She felt a knot in her stomach and tears in her eyes.

"Why are they doing this, granny?" she asked. "Why are they hurting each other?"

Granny sighed and hugged Sara. "I don't know, my dear. I don't know."

"Can't we do something to stop …

The Last Game

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:36 p.m.

The Last Game

She had one game left. She had played all the others, and she had mastered them. She had conquered every level, every challenge, every enemy. She had collected every trophy, every achievement, every reward. She had become the best gamer in the world.

She downloaded the last game, the one that everyone was talking about. The one that claimed to be the ultimate gaming experience. The one that promised to change her life.

She installed the game, and launched it. She created her character, and entered the game world. She saw a beautiful landscape, full of wonders and dangers. She heard a voice, welcoming her to the game.

She was ready. She grabbed her controller, and started playing.

She never stopped!

The Last Message

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:20 p.m.

He had one message left. He had used up all his credits, and he couldn't buy more. He had to make it count.

He had a car accident in the dead of the night in a remote area where there was no internet and only a weak signal that he could send SMS.

He typed in the number of his ex-girlfriend, the one who, he had broken her heart. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how he missed her, how he still loved her. He wanted to ask her for another chance, to forgive him, to come back to him.

He was lying. He was trapped under the overturned car and the gasoline was leaking. He knew he will burn soon and intended to do this as the last chance to hurt her. She never had stopped loving him. "She will forever suffer".

He composed his message. He …

The Memory Machine

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:15 p.m.

She was the first human to use the memory machine. A revolutionary device that could extract information from molecules that had once been part of living beings, and reconstruct their memories in a virtual reality. A device that could reveal the secrets of the past, up to hundreds of thousands of years ago.

She was a historian, and she had always dreamed of witnessing the ancient civilizations that had shaped the world. She had spent years studying their cultures, languages, and artifacts, but she wanted more. She wanted to see them, hear them, feel them. She wanted to live among them.

She volunteered for the experiment, knowing the risks. The memory machine was still in its early stages, and no one knew what effects it could have on the human mind. She didn't care. She was willing to sacrifice anything for her passion.

She put on the helmet and the …

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 Last Wish

hamed Jan. 26, 2024, 7:02 p.m.

He had one wish left. He had wasted the first two on trivial things: a new car, a promotion. He regretted them now, as he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by machines and tubes. He wished he had spent more time with his family, his friends, his true love. He wished he had lived a more meaningful life.

He closed his eyes and whispered his final wish to the genie, who had been his faithful companion for the last ten years.

"I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again."

The genie nodded and snapped his fingers.

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face smiling at him.

"Happy birthday, son. You're 18 today. What are you going to do with your life?"

He smiled back, tears of joy in his eyes.

"Everything!"

The enemy is a friend whose story we have not heard

saadi Jan. 26, 2024, 12:54 p.m.

The Enemy!

He saw him lying on the ground, bleeding from his chest. He recognized him as the enemy soldier who had shot at him earlier. He felt a surge of anger and hatred, mixed with fear and relief. He had survived, but his enemy had not.

He walked towards him, holding his rifle. He wanted to make sure he was dead. He wanted to see his face, to look into his eyes and feel victorious. He wanted to avenge his fallen comrades, his friends who had died in this war.

But as he approached him, he noticed something. He noticed a small book in his hand, a book with a familiar cover. He bent down and picked it up. He opened it and saw the words he knew so well. It was a book of poems by Saadi Shirazi, his favorite poet.

He looked at the enemy soldier again, …

World Continues Going On

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 11:30 a.m.

چون عمر به سر رسد چه شیرین و چه تلخ
پیمانه که پر شود چه بغداد و چه بلخ

می نوش که بعد از من و تو ماه بسی
از سلخ به غرّه آید از غرّه به سلخ

When life ends, whether sweet or bitter,
When the cup is full, whether in Baghdad or Balkh.

Drink a lot of wine since after me and you,
The moon repeats the cycle of birth and decay numerously.

Story:

He was a man who had no passion. He wasted his life, from 20 to 40, doing nothing meaningful, nothing fulfilling, nothing rewarding. He had no ambition, no motivation, no purpose.

He spent his days, his nights, his years, doing the same things, over and over. He worked at a boring job, that he hated. He watched TV, that he did not care. He drank beer, that he did not enjoy.

He ignored every opportunity, every chance, every …

Remould

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 10:44 a.m.

گر بر فلکم دست بدی چون یزدان
بر داشتمی من این فلک را ز میان

از نو فلکی دگر چنان ساختمی
کازاده به کام دل رسیدی آسان

If, like God, I had the ability to create the world
I would destroy this world
I would build such a world again
that man can freely reach his heart's content

Story:

She was a dancer who had a dream. She wanted to perform on the biggest stage, to dazzle the audience, to impress the critics. She had a talent for movement, a grace for expression, a flair for style.

She practiced every day, every night, every chance. She auditioned for every show, every role, every opportunity. She worked hard, she improved, she progressed.

But she also faced a lot of rejection, a lot of disappointment, a lot of frustration. She faced a lot of competition, a lot of pressure, a lot of stress. She faced a lot …

For once dead you never shall return

khayam Jan. 25, 2024, 10:26 a.m.

لب بر لب کوزه بردم از غایت آز
تا زو پرسم واسطه عمر دراز

لب بر لب من نهاد و می گفت این راز
می خور که بدین جهان نمی آیی باز

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My lip the secret Well of Life to learn

And lip to lip it murmured - "While you live,
"Drink! - for once dead you never shall return!"

Story:

She was a young woman who loved adventure. She wanted to travel the world, to see new places, to meet new people. She had a passion for learning and a curiosity for life.

But she also had a fear of missing out. She always hesitated to make a decision, to take a risk, to commit to a plan. She always wondered if there was something better, something more, something else.

She found an earthen bowl in an antique shop, that caught her eye. It was …