The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

This is a Spin-off/Sequel to the Invitation of Thanatos for the YOASOBI Writing contest. This story follows the younger brother of the protagonist in Invitation of Thanatos and what lead him down the road he built.

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...

It never crossed his mind that he was not fighting Thanatos, but actively being pursued by him, through her. She is his muse. His temptress. And he is irreversibly entranced by her.

A dance is a thing of beauty. Even in a world without sound the majesty of dance will still exist. The king assures this.

Raise your pitchforks. Stoke the flames. There’s a new devil in town- and she’s called the Hellmurder Girls Horror Anthology. Returning for the second year in a row, the gates to the Vforest of Horror open once more to a new world of undisclosed sins, hidden fears, and unspeakable acts of cruelty...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

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...