Microfiction
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
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 Lusty Parrot
In the heart of the Caribbean, aboard the infamous pirate ship The Lusty Parrot, Captain Barnacle Bill was well-known for his fearsome reputation. Yet, his crew knew a secret that would send shivers down the spines of their foes: the ship was not just a vessel for gold and treasure, but a haven for the queerest pirates to ever sail the seven seas.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Fiction
Death's ribcage for a bassinet. Content Warning.
Mostly moss. That's what I remember when I went Through. Softer than you could believe, older than you could imagine. The trees danced me, step by step, along the secret path. I've no doubt they wanted me. Wanted her.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
314 A Winter's Tale: Let It Snow Let It Snow
There it was, the cozy, small, red-roofed cottage nestled so peacefully in the fallen snow. The atmosphere was as thick as gelatin, and the stillness of the scene suggested all was well — that all residing within the cottage were happy and content. That they were fine just staying put in their little winter paradise.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction





