About a girl who got to a strange village

In one fateful day , across the 7 continents which holds 7 of the biggest human cities , 7 powerful magic users cast a world altering spell that turns every human-made structure into overgrown trees by sacrificing their lives and the lives of all the people in the city. Due to that much ...

during a Cosplay contest in 2075, Obili, Sikolo and Aoyi find themselves confronting humanoid beings who devour humans thanks to a blade producing flames from vital energy which is the ATP, a blade invented at the basis to impress the jury of the Cosplay contest. No sooner do humans rejoice in th...

In the year 2808, a dystopian society emerged as humanity reaches technological enlightenment. The riches became richer, and the poor became poorer. The people with power enslaved normal people and mistreated them. The people with not enough power had to stay in the outskirts of developed regions...

Thomas Natsukawa is a teenage boy who is extremely lucky. He is attractive, smart, popular, and is the student council president with perfect grades. Everything was amazing. But there was always an empty space in his heart. Why? How could his life get any better? The answer was given when he met ...

This is the story of someone trying their best to overcome life's challenges, whether it be fighting against it or giving in to temptation. Will they succeed, or will they finally realize it's all in vain and their time has come to give up?

(This is not a synopsis) I'll be rewriting Staccato, since I feel that I've rushed my writing process too much, and that the course of events within the story has deviated too much from what I first planned. I also feel like a different chapter length, narration, and pacing would suit Staccato ...

I wanted to go to school like everyone else, at least for my final year. I've been home schooled up until now, but now that I've been accepted into a school of the gifted, I can't be more excited. When our brains are formed, neurons are connected to many other neurons before these connections ...

It was dark. I was cold & wearing nothing but a thin white robe that was torn at the sleeves, hips, & back. There was an iron-like smell wafting through the room, blood. It was definitely blood. But, who's? Mine? Or, someone else's? I slowly got up & onto my feet to look around but, as expected, ...