In this world dungeons regularly appear, it's common for adventure guilds, mercenaries, or government-assigned adventurers to close them within a few hours. However, one particular dungeon standing ominously untouched for five years. Despite multiple attempts, no one no ne who ventured in have re...

A collection (or anthology), of short stories that vary in genre. Everyone likes different things, and writing shorter stuff is good practice to write different genres. Of course, though, the main reason as to the creation of this collection is to have fun.

You ever heard of a simple word bad luck for something that worked in the bad way for the humans. Well turn that bad luck level to one million or whatever the number exist you human called it and have with you since birth. Yep, that basically my life. What's worse, I'm a demon lord with something...

The world is ending. You're dying. You're alone. Your friends risked an uncertain fate in a hole that magically appeared one day. No one is coming to save you. So, will you follow your friends, or starve to death?

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 ...

What does the desire for life and death mean? Can the desire of death exist without life? Is the desire of life bound to be replaced with the desire of death? Eros and Thanatos, who truly rules the world?

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?

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On a cold night in early December, a recently bereaved and recovering alcoholic wanders the streets of a certain city, searching for a salvation that may never come. Then he meets Santa Claus.

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.