"Have you ever been called a marionette, just to deny it, and then felt the tug of strings on your arm?" Subjugated into perpetual oblivion, a high school student recounts what led up towards a life-altering decision. The point of no return had arrived.

You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”

Everyone with the privilege of aging shall eventually have to deal with the consequences of time. He is one of the un/lucky few.

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...

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Spies usually don't get to choose how they die. Many are killed in action, while others in captivity. Serena has been captured and has been sentenced to a slow and painful death. She wanted to die peacefully on a small hill in her hometown, but that looks like it will never happen. That is until ...

This is a spin-off story based of YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" as well as the story "An Invitation from Thanatos. This short story will follow an invisible narrator who only limits himself to observe the events around him. Someone who can give more insight into the thoughts of the highe...

An alien named Nero suddenly finds herself trying to live a normal life amidst an entire other species. Tetsu has to both guide her in the ways of the earth and show her what it means to be human, to love.

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

Dr. William Turner, as usual, was heading towards the hospital every morning. A light mist had settled over the city, and a sense of quietude prevailed. The white walls of the Swallow Medical Center seemed like a sanctuary, always patiently striving to alleviate pain. One day, when he picked u...