Young Adult

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.2 years ago in Fiction
Nicotine
Imagine this: Being in your room in the final hours of the night under dim lights, holding a tobacco roll in your hand. And despite the noise outside, which could even be the "end of the world," you remain indifferent. You are simply enjoying the smoke rings drifting through the air around you, letting the nicotine tease your mind. In this space, you find calm and solitude, forgetting everything happening in the outside world. This moment belongs to you alone, where thoughts become clearer, the reality less burdensome, and every puff of tobacco brings a sense of relaxation and reassurance. Remember this!! " Don't smoke ❌ just imagine 😅 ".
By Mo2 years ago in Fiction
Rainmaker Rallies
In the beginning, long before the existence of mortals and life, there was nothing but vast Darkness. For aeons, this is all that was. One day, a crack appeared in the blackest part of the skies, and the goddess Theta was birthed from the darkness. From here, Theta took control of the vague, infinite space, creating from within it four Goddesses: one for each aspect of the Earth. For Theta feared, without them, life could not exist, and the Darkness She was created from would persist for all of eternity.
By choreomanias2 years 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.2 years 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.2 years ago in Fiction
Amerigone
This was the day she had been waiting for all her life. This was the day she would find out her permanent service placement for the rest of her life. Charlie spent much of her youth service assisting members of Congress in Washington D.C. from the years 2192-2194 after the Amerigonian Revolution of 2176. She hoped to be selected as a member of Congress by the Chancellor, but was not sure what would happen on the notification day.
By Terri Kalloch2 years 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.2 years 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.2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Shame
I was born in a small village in Africa, nestled in the rolling hills of the Eastern Cape. Our village was like many others in South Africa, struggling to survive in a country ravaged by poverty, civil wars, and famine.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Symphony of Heartstrings
When you think of love stories, you imagine a crescendo of passion, a symphony of emotions, but rarely do you consider the discordant notes that make the melody even more poignant.
By Tales by J.J.2 years 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.2 years 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.2 years ago in Fiction