Fable
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 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 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
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
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
