The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...

If Thanatos appeared before your eyes, will you follow the command or live your own life and challenge the god of death?

“I almost had him!” I heard a girl’s voice while I was in a coma. According to my nurse, I was apparently hit by a massive truck in the middle of the 4 way road. It was seemingly a fatal situation but I have no recollection of it at all. “You are lucky!” My nurse always says to me as she...

Charon, a name belongs to the one who guide the souls of dead to their destination, the underworld. Thanatos, a name that belongs to the god of death. Would a boy with both roles save a girl who was in despair or guide her to the path he never belonged to?

The story revolves around an artist named Elias, depicting his life in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the town, and the evolution of his art. Elias's imaginative flair and the enchanting touch of his brush bring forth creations that infuse the town with an air of mystery and curiosity. A my...

Kenji Mizaki, a Minecraft YouTuber with over 10million subscribers who does mostly modded let's play one day dies from getting hit by a truck and gets reincarnated in the world of Minecraft. But it's not a vanilla Minecraft world, as it turns out it's heavily modded with mods that turns this w...

Things take a turn for the worst when an architect's bag gets swapped with someone else's while she is at a museum.

Discover the life of a young secretary who is abused by her father and brother and has millions of other problems in life.

"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.”