Two enigmatic beings are eternally fighting over life and death. Victory of one or another in a game of chess leads to the very fate of the wagered life.

I stood at the edge of life. Misery and fear filled my heart. One step to end it all. It was then I met a girl the same as me, but we could not hear each other. I wanted to talk. Therefore, I made a paper plane to carry and deliver my voice, and hers.

What if Thanatos only calls on followers because the loneliness of their existence was too much to bear? What if Eros tries to stop them every single time, showing them they are loved but having their words and actions reverberate in the void as they fail to reach them? Is Death really all that t...

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

The sad thing is suicide doesn't end the pain. It just passes it on to someone else. —James Kirkup

Dear Sunshine, Hello, Michelle. How are you doing? Your husband is well. It's already been five months since I have lived in this place. The time has gone by both quickly and slowly, somehow. Nothing special prompted this letter, though. It's just there's something I really have to tell you ab...

A woman laments her poor relationship with her older sister.

A brother and sister have set off on a journey whose destination is unknown. In a moment of pause, the story of a consummated past gives rise to new life responses to his sister.

He was always one to be fascinated with death. Thoroughly seduced by the moments after life’s bittersweet kiss lingered into nothingness and slaughter’s tender embrace rushed forth to consume. He told me that there were two types of people: those ruled by the desire for life, and those rule...

An idol who has lost everything. How can she find the strength to go on living?