family
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.2 years 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 Quill2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Attic
Lily had always been curious about her great-grandmother’s old house. The family only visited once every few years, but each time they did, her attention drifted to the small, locked attic door at the end of the hallway. It had a rusty keyhole that no one seemed to have a key for, and Lily’s grandmother always warned her not to worry about what was up there. But curiosity gnawed at her.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years 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.2 years ago in Fiction
Their Little Brown Espresso
After a typically bad sleep, Rhiannon and Pieter wake with aching bones and tired minds. The kettle is put on as it always is, and they try to rouse themselves to face the day. Before she came, real coffee was the only remedy, the only solution to fully prep them for the day ahead.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
SISTER CALLING
It was past midnight, and the city was draped in silence. Matthew shuffled his way up the dark, narrow hallway to his small apartment, exhausted from a long shift. The faint glow from streetlights seeped through his window as he tossed his keys on the table and collapsed onto his bed, ready to escape into sleep. His eyelids were heavy, and as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, he felt his mind slipping into a familiar, comforting darkness.
By Ayushi Mehra2 years ago in Fiction
