Tales by J.J.
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Weaving tales of love, heartbreak, and connection, I explore the beauty of human emotions.
My stories aim to resonate with every heart, reminding us of love’s power to transform and heal.
Join me on a journey where words connect us all.
Stories (192)
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Swirling vortex of Bombay monsoon
In the swirling vortex of Mumbai's monsoon season, Nicholas "Nick" D'Souza's world contracted to a single, rain-soaked street. The once-thriving financial district of Nariman Point now seemed a barren landscape, devoid of promise. Nick's coveted job offer from a prestigious investment firm had vanished, a casualty of the imploding economy.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Power of navigation
As she stepped off the train and onto the bustling streets of New York City, 25-year-old Sophia Patel felt invincible. Her freshly minted MBA from Columbia University gleamed on her resume, and a coveted job offer from a top financial firm awaited her. The world was hers for the taking.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Unseen Thread
The sun had barely risen over the small town of Oakdale, Illinois, when the devastating call came. Twenty-two-year-old Amir's world crumbled as he listened to the panicked voice on the other end. His father, a devoted husband and loving parent, had been killed in a tragic accident at the local steel mill.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A Mother's Gift of Life
Rukmini's days blended together in a haze of exhaustion. Weighing 90 kilograms, her 5'4" frame struggled to keep up with the demands of her 9-to-5 job and caring for her 25-year-old son, Rohan. His chronic kidney disease had progressed, and the doctor's words echoed in her mind: "Rukmini, Rohan needs a kidney transplant. And you're the best match."
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Family - Page by Page
As I sat beside my father's hospital bed, holding his frail hand, I couldn't help but think about the countless mornings we spent together, poring over the daily newspaper. Those moments, once taken for granted, now seemed precious. His eyes, once bright with curiosity, had grown weary, but his spirit remained unbroken. I realized that the traditions he instilled in me were not just habits, but a legacy.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Disappearance at Pine Lake. AI-Generated.
It was a cold, foggy evening when Sarah stepped out of her car, the dense mist swirling around her feet as she approached the old cabin by Pine Lake. She had received a cryptic letter the previous week, a single sentence that sent chills down her spine: "They are watching, and you are next."
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Horror
See the world through touch
Alex had always been a man of vision. As a young boy, he'd spent countless hours lost in the world of art, his fingers tracing the lines of masterpieces and his imagination soaring beyond the canvas. But fate, with a cruel twist, had a different plan. A sudden accident left him with a scarred eye, a constant reminder of the fragility of perfection.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
