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.
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Sunset Cove
The salty air of Sunset Cove whispered tales of bygone days, a stark contrast to the silence echoing in my newly retired life. My name is Rohan, and the structured world of marketing meetings had been my reality for decades. Now, adrift in a sea of unstructured time, I found myself drawn to the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Raven
The night my husband drew his last breath, a raven perched itself on the windowsill, its obsidian eyes piercing into my soul. As Jonathan's life slipped away, the raven's haunting caw echoed through the room, a melancholic requiem bidding farewell to the man I loved.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Showing me the magic
Years ago, in the vibrant city of Rio de Janeiro, there lived a young man named Pedro. Pedro worked at a prestigious marketing firm, but despite the outward success, he felt a constant undercurrent of dissatisfaction. He had been with the company for a few months, navigating a steep learning curve before settling into a routine. Yet, the nagging feeling that he was meant for something more wouldn’t leave him.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Blossoming in Our Own Time
A few years ago, I stumbled upon a book by Rich Karlgaard called Late Bloomers, The Power of Patience In A World Obsessed With Early Achievement. The title struck a chord with me, like an unexpected harmony that makes you pause and listen. I consider myself a late bloomer—a term Merriam-Webster describes as “someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.” Apparently, I’m not alone; many people share this sentiment.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A Twist of Fate on a Midnight Train
It was during the summer of 2018 that Ana, a bright-eyed eighteen-year-old, returned to Brazil for her university studies. Her parents still lived in Europe, and she felt an overwhelming sense of homesickness in her first semester. Everything seemed daunting—adjusting to her new roommate, an aloof senior who barely acknowledged her presence, juggling the rigorous academic schedule, and adapting to the chaotic life in the student hostel. She found herself wondering how she would survive an entire year without seeing her parents. Adding to her woes, she had to endure the unofficially sanctioned hazing rituals of the first few weeks, which often left her in tears.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Life Circle
My back-door neighbors disappear almost fully every summer. It’s a slow, patchy, green obscuration, courtesy of a tall persimmon tree next to the fence that separates our houses. Today morning, as I stand at the kitchen sink filling water in a small saucepan and look out of the window in the back, their seasonal eclipsing is almost at totality. Only an edge of their terracotta tile roof and part of the upstairs window remain. Come fall, the gaps between the branches of the tree, bending under the weight of many fruit, will widen. And, as I walk through the different levels of my house, I’ll start to catch glimpses of them again. An upside-down triangle view of their patio door and the periodic appearance of the man as he jogs in circles around his house. Or, of the lady sitting on the step with her back resting against the pale brown-pink walls, head tilted, and her eyes closed against the sun. I always feel a strange reassurance at their reappearance. We don’t know each other, but they’re part of a cycle I unconsciously track, and though I can never be sure of the shape their return will take, I still count on the little predictability it offers.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love and Recognition. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Delhi, where dreams clashed with reality amidst the honking cars and crowded streets, lived Rohan, a dedicated software developer at a leading tech company. Despite his hard work and dedication, he often felt like a cog in a machine—unrecognized and undervalued. Each day, he trudged to work, hoping for a sign that his efforts were noticed, but those signs never came.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Arjun and Meera. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Bengaluru, where skyscrapers stood tall and the hustle never seemed to end, lived Arjun—a dedicated software engineer who was always available. His phone would buzz with emails and messages at all hours, and he prided himself on never missing a call or turning down a request. This constant availability had earned him accolades at work, but it also led to a growing sense of burnout and discontent.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Healing Journey of Anaya
In the bustling city of Bengaluru, where the modern meets the traditional, lived a young woman named Anaya. At 24, Anaya had a promising career in digital marketing, but her vibrant life was overshadowed by a series of health issues that seemed to have no end. She was diagnosed with PCOD at 22, migraines followed soon after, and frequent fainting spells became her new norm. Visits to multiple doctors only resulted in an endless list of medications.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Art of Self-Love
In the heart of urban Mumbai, amidst the bustling streets and vibrant life, lived Aakash. A successful software engineer by day and a painter by night, Aakash had everything that seemed perfect from the outside. Yet, inside, he was constantly battling a sense of emptiness and an insatiable need for validation.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
