Since humanity nuked themselves into oblivion chockolate become a rare commodity. Young kitsune sets on a daring quest to find last reminds of her favourite snack but maybe she will find something else instead? I published it before in Short Stories, reuploading it for the Event

This short story takes place in an alternate reality where the world burned. Afterward, the world changes and becomes much more mysterious. As the sky turns into a screen and the weather becoming unpredictable, humanity must overcome their grief and apathy. This story is about the final night shi...

The sun vanished without warning. Days turned to weeks in endless darkness as Earth began to freeze, nature withered, and humanity collapsed. In this dying world, I was alone without fear, without regret, ready to fade with the cold. Then I found her. A freezing, fragile orphan named Ayuma. ...

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Marked by the blood of dragons and feared by her village, Laya is forced to leave her family and come to live with Niar, the high Keeper. My would be entry for "End is near" if i would have time to write it fully😅

In two days, the clocktower in the centre of the island will strike 0. All residents know this means the end. Escaping the island surely results in drowning. The only two ways to escape are to wait for the clock to hit 0, or to do it yourself. Only a handful have even made it to these final days,...

A family sits down to a nice meal, but the youngest child has a question.

Story takes place in a post apocalyptic settings where the world is run by these creatures called "Fragments". They contain small pieces of memories of the pre-apocalyptic world hence the name "Fragments". They are also the source of a magic that was used when they conquered the world. But the wa...

Obviously our soon to be habitat Mars is gonna be destroyed at some point. So as usual, scientists tend to browse various measures to counter different adversities they are facing and send two astronauts to space in search of a replacement for their abode. But as anyone would expect, this journey...

Scrap was a fitting enough nickname. I was kicked out of my parents house at eighteen. Begging for scraps until I was twenty-one. At twenty-two they found me looking for scarp parts. I fixed up the generator to make up for the stuff I stole. A few months later I was the only one left alive. They...