“How disgusting,” thought Eros, watching Thanatos commit murders with an innocent smile. Eros, not being able to stop her, needed validation. So upon seeing and meeting Sora, can Eros finally feel fulfilled…? TW: mention of suicide A short story by me for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed contest, ba...

George and Madeline have returned to Beartooth Mountain - the place that George grew up - hoping to get one last view from the summit. But along the way, they run into a few old figures from George's past.

What will it take to see Yachiko's eyes? Cover by happylilclouds! Go read her story too!

By sunset, the witch's form is lost under the heavy justice of the people. The villagers cheer and hold each other, celebrating their triumph against evil. With full hearts, they head back down the mountain, for a spirit of Thanatos can only be killed under the light of dawn, and they have done m...

Urban fantasy. When you said you'd jump with me. I didn't realize you had wings. A short story made for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. All feedback is appreciated.

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

Every night, he goes to bed with her at his side, afraid of losing her the next morning because, even in his dreams, he feels like she is slowly leaving him behind.

A grieving man turns to recreational substances to cope with the loss of his love. On the day their wedding is supposed to take place, the man spirals into desperation to see his fiancé one last time. Submission for YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest

Standing by the tracks of a train, a boy takes a step towards the other side. But life has more in store for him than he could ever know.

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...