Stream of Consciousness
Memory Code
On the day that would change her life forever, Maya’s hands trembled as she extracted a memory from a client’s mind, only to watch it dissolve into a nightmare. The serene beach sunset morphed into a chaotic storm, echoing the turmoil that lay ahead.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Unseen Strength
Aisha's life was a canvas of dreams, painted with the vibrant colors of ambition and the fresh hues of youth. At twenty-two, she was a stunning vision of beauty, with a petite yet curvaceous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her high cheekbones. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown that sparkled like dark chocolate, shone bright with a fire that seemed to burn from within. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a perpetual smile that hinted at a quick wit and a sharp intelligence.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
When Life Takes a Detour
Rohan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped onto the film set. His heart racing with anticipation, he couldn't believe his luck. Two films in the bag, and his acting career was finally taking off. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. This was just the beginning.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Engine Revs. Top Story - December 2024.
I'm tired. Kin, the great city soldier of chaos, is tired. Not enough for the effort of lighting a cigar and pouring bourbon to be exhausting, but enough for the process of thinking to have become taxing. My thoughts, my soul, they rev higher and higher, bouncing first off the red line and then promising to smash through it while I become a machine consuming gallons upon gallons of fuel to keep up with the demand.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Spirit of Maria
I grew up in the quaint rural village of Viñales, Cuba, nestled in the heart of the island's tobacco country. The year was 1992, and the village was a tapestry of rustic charm and rugged beauty. The thatched roofs of our wooden homes blended seamlessly into the lush green landscape, as if nature itself had crafted the village. The air was alive with the sweet scent of freshly harvested tobacco, and the sound of rustling leaves carried on the gentle breeze like a soothing melody.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Winds of San Juan
In the heart of rural Mexico, nestled between rolling hills and whispering cornfields, lies the village of San Juan. Here, under the watchful eye of the ancient mountains, life moves to the rhythm of tradition, where stories of courage and defiance are woven into the fabric of daily existence.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Black-Eyed Pea . Top Story - December 2024.
I was going to meet Pam at The Black-Eyed Pea. I didn't like the name of this restaurant. Ironically, I felt like I had a black eye when I left that place. The whole restaurant felt like the size of a large walk-in closet but it was not nearly as welcoming as a closet typically is. I thought to myself that maybe they named it The Black-Eyed Pea because the building was as big as a pea.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
The Echo of a Whistle
My grandfather, a man of few words, had a whistle. Not the kind you blow into, but the kind that lived between his lips, a melody that seemed to carry the weight of his life's stories. It was a simple tune, three notes that he'd whistle while working in his garden or fixing the old, creaky porch swing.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Art of the Unspoken
This study, published in Nature Aging in August of 2024 analyzed a ton of proteins and metabolites in people of various ages and found, when you put it all together, that there are some big changes in body chemistry over time and those changes peak at age 44 and age 60.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
