It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.

In a distant future where space travel is accessible to everyone, a solitary astronaut was stranded far from home after a failed mission severely damaged his spaceship. While working to fix the broken vehicle, he comes across another astronaut, a mysterious and alluring woman. The two immediat...

In the eerie silence left by the absence of VISIONs, Rei Sturluson, a high schooler, found herself engulfed in an unexpected and unshakable loneliness. These supernatural beings, which had disrupted her life in the past, were now conspicuously absent, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill...

In the distant future entities known as ‘puppets’, biologically grown beings that look and act like humans but lack a soul or consciousness, have been developed, making them prime subjects for anything considered immoral or cruel, including gladiator-style battles to the death. Julius, the curren...

A Kid well respected by people, learn that most humans, most gods and most importantly, your own best friend are nothing but fakers. let us dive in the world which Akihiro will get revenge on for this very reason.

A mysterious series of stories that are said to be told by The Guardian Of Time, known as Amethion, who attempts to reveal the secrets of what occurred behind the scenes during the events of Styra's journey. With that comes some future details that will soon warn of the upcoming danger that arise...

Why is the Yowie called the Yowie? That's what self-proclaimed zoologist, Drop Bear Dumbee wants to know. Unfortunately for Roux, he's forced to come along on this dumb brain cell destroying journey after his soul is stuffed inside a kangaroo following a vicious drop bear attack. Can Roux survi...

About a man who wanted to be free from desires

A stupid boy suddenly shows up on the door step of his idiot neighbors home one morning.

The wanderer had no name. Instead, his cane had a name. Just like his cloak and the small bag of provisions he carried over his shoulder. In the past, he was sure, he had also had a name. However, that time was long ago, and names tend to lose out to time.