Psychological
In the Shadow of Skyforest
The Skyforests were alive in ways only Aria could truly understand. As she walked through the bioluminescent grove, her boots sank into the soft moss, releasing a faint earthy scent that mingled with the sweet aroma of blooming nightflowers.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Where the Sea Meets the Sky
The wind howled a mournful dirge across the cliffs of Slieve League, whipping the sea into a frenzy below. Amongst the jagged rocks and swirling mists lived Lonán, a being of ancient power, a Fomorian bound to the land. His form was a reflection of the harsh landscape, skin like dark granite, eyes like the stormy sea, and a voice that echoed the wind’s lament.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A Desperate Measure
The fluorescent lights of the electronics store hummed a monotonous tune, a soundtrack to Amelia’s increasingly desperate existence. Every day was a battle against dwindling sales targets, impatient customers demanding the latest gadgets that the store couldn’t afford, and the gnawing anxiety of overdue bills.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Why People Watch Anime
Anime, a term used to describe animated works originating from Japan, has captivated audiences worldwide for decades. The reasons why people watch anime are as varied and unique as the viewers themselves. This article explores the multifaceted appeal of anime and why it continues to grow in popularity.
By Tasnuba Humayraabout a year ago in Fiction
The Writer’s Mirage
A writer suffering from severe writer's block retreats to a secluded cabin in the woods to find inspiration. As days pass, the writer begins to see strange figures and hear voices that feel too real to be part of their imagination. The line between reality and fiction begins to blur as the characters they’re writing about start interacting with them in ways they can’t explain. Soon, the writer becomes unsure if they are creating the story or if the story is creating the
By Samuel Phillipsabout a year ago in Fiction
A Silent Plea
The digital alarm clock on Ananya’s bedside table screamed 6:00 AM in stark red numerals. She groaned, pulling the thin blanket over her head, a futile attempt to block out the insistent buzzing. Another day. Another race she knew she couldn’t win.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction










