Young Adult
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.2 years 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.2 years ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 8. Content Warning.
I arrived home to an empty house but wishing that someone had been there to at least talk to. Even if it had been my father, even that would have been okay, just so long as I wasn't alone to wallow in my self-pity. I needed a distraction, pure and simple, so that in my mind I wasn't stuck going over the events of the day again and again and again. Was that too much to ask?
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 years ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 7. Content Warning.
The truth always comes out. Or so they say. The revelation that my mother's brother, Bryan, was actually gay came as a real surprise to me. As did the fact that it was my father who had forbidden the information being spoken of. Dad had always been an aloof and often cranky character, but I'd never thought of him as being such a bigot and homophobe.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 years ago in Fiction
Saathi Screens
The Mumbai monsoon was a relentless beast, mirroring the tempest within Rohan. The rejection emails, “We regret to inform you…” Another one. The tenth this month each a digital slap in the face, had piled up like the overflowing garbage bins outside his window. At 42, his once-promising marketing career lay in ruins, with a CV boasting a decade of experience in marketing for a now-defunct textile company, Rohan was facing a harsh reality, the recession had hit India hard, and his skills were suddenly deemed redundant.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 6. Content Warning.
When Sunday morning rolled around it basically proved to be a repeat of the day before. Once again, I had been woken by the sound of our neighbours and their lawn mowers. Somewhere a dog was barking, no doubt annoyed at having been woken.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 years ago in Fiction
