Excerpt
Berganashio - Chapter 19
The meerbirds heard Larkin and followed him to the best of their ability. The sea-wolf ship continued to splinter and flail around like a pierced octopus. Sea-wolfs were scattering all over the place. Some of the sea-wolfs chased after the fleeing meerbirds and merfaries but they realized it was no used once most of them were off, high into the sky.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
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
311: The Day After, Just Without Zombies (or, Is It?)
Disasters leave scars, both physical and psychological, on a nation and its people. Some are so powerful that they forever alter the way society perceives safety, risk, and resilience. One such event occurred on March 11, 2011, in Japan, a day that has become known simply as "3/11." This day brought not just a natural disaster, but a cascading series of crises that had Japan and the world on edge. While there were no zombies involved, the catastrophe felt apocalyptic to those who experienced it. This was a real-world horror, testing humanity's endurance, adaptability, and collective strength.
By Hridoy Hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Thing She Engineered. First Place in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
A prologue for the Fantasy Prologue II challenge...you can listen to the professionally narrated version here as you read along. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to hear the full story!
By Tiffany Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fall of Styx
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The souls of Tartarus cheered in ecstasy as the forces holding them prisoner died down, and those of Elysium begged for aid as they were pulled forth ‘gainst their will. The true horror was Asphodel, as their typical moaning, groaning, and unenthused, hushed voices rose in a symphony of distress, uprooted from their peacefully average days. Each soul, regardless of their prior lodgings, howled in agony as they reached the last remaining shreds of barrier that coated the river’s surface and made up the gates of the Underworld. It clawed at them, wrestling to hold onto its prisoners as it was tasked to.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
We Meet in the White
Midnight, November 5, 2024 Election Day has come and gone. The ballots have been counted, the decision reached, and it’s all over at last. All across the United States, the winning side celebrates, bursting fireworks and champagne corks like it’s the Fourth of July, while the losers’ unused explosives are buried and their champagne used to drown their sorrows. Tomorrow, the riots will start, for there were rioters ready to march no matter the outcome. Such is the state of the world.
By Rebekah Brannanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Living Statues of Orthavos. Top Story - November 2024.
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished," A soft melodious voice spoke quietly, as the sound of footsteps and water dripping echoed around the darkness in which the group was walking. The sting of ocean salt had stung their eyes as they went deeper into the cavern that they had taken a small boat to, off the coastal cliffs to the kingdom of Arataur.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
