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?

My entry for an old contest (YGWC 2020). A story about two women who have to hide their love in 1940s Russia.

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?

"Once upon a time, in the early 1890s, the magnificent warship Ertugrul sailed proudly upon the seas as the grand symbol of the Ottoman Empire's glory. This elderly vessel was about to embark on a journey that would etch its name into the pages of history. Ali, a young Ottoman officer, stood with...

Thanatos, the god of dead, never stops. After he lost his best friend because of Thanatos, he met his friend again two months later. What it seems like a redemption is actually a long fight against Thanatos.

A French studies sophomore, Kadomori Ayato has become overwhelmed by the thought of his (one-sided) love, Tenkomori Sharaichi, has something more than friendship with his friend, Arata Shin.

You have a letter, but you still haven't read it. Why? Because you're afraid of what she'll say to you. That you're a coward, a whiner, and a let down. That you would be thought less of by her. Isn't that right, Laeo?

My first oneshot, yeah, it's bad and my writing style are weird, but it meant to resemble a visual novel. So uhh yeah, hope you enjoy this

In the parallel world called Blue Sphere, there were rumors of a certain service store that specializes in unimaginable tours. --[The Mysterious Adventure Guide]-- Such a name was already famous across the world. Yet it had no fixed location. However, every trip was so jaw-dropping that even t...

Amidst the silence of the night, Tony's world is disrupted by an unexpected call from Jocilyn, a dear friend enduring the trials of hospital life. In the hushed hours, she bares her soul, admitting to the weight of exhaustion and self-perceived burdens.