Stuck in the worst dream possible – the reality of my own creation. Here I am, not the all-powerful author, but an unsuspecting character, woken up in a beggar's body in the world of my own novel. How? Why? I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to survive. My memories of the story's ...
Aiden’s life is shattered when a meteor strikes during a routine flight with his father, leaving him deceased at the tender age of 16. Overwhelmed by guilt, his scientist father turns to a clandestine group obsessed with artifacts and a new cloning program in a desperate attempt to rectify the si...
In my world, beings of paranormal, physical, and spiritual manifestations come into existence. These beings are known as gods, demons, and guardians. Their natures and roles take shape from the people and the environment that nourished these beings at their beginning while fueling their roles. Th...
A short story spin-off from "Into the Night" by YOASOBI and "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. A story about sleep paralysis and the manifestation of someone who doesn't follow the gods.
The revolution has won. The King and Queen are already dead. Only the Princess remains. And tomorrow, she'll die too. Yet she organized one last ball. Amidst all the hate, and in the face of death, she will dance the most beautifully. How to live when you know you'll die ? How to love when you ...
"In the late autumn, two souls meet in a bustling city. He is a man resigned to life's ebb and flow, while she is an enigmatic figure, seemingly caught between life and death. Their connection deepens, and they grapple with the call of the God of Death. Amidst conflicting desires, they have a piv...
As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.
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...
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.