Tell me something, why you love a character in a story? Is it not because you're obsessing over the development of the moral of the character? What if I am to tell you a story where the main character never evolves? What if I say everything that is to happen, the character; he pays noth...

What if the "voice in your head" - the one that argues with you when you're conflicted and cheers you on when you're excited - was real? In a world much like our own, each person is accompanied by a small creature called a Soul that represents their innermost thoughts. Join gangly nerd April a...

Several children were given three different words in order to write stories. What will their minds create?

Welcome, everyone, to the Halloween event in Hour Empty Child--exclusive only for Honeyfeed! This story is made from the original web novel 'Hour Empty Child' which I'll leave a link for it below. This is a stand-alone novel focused on the main characters that doesn't involve the main story in an...

The smell was nauseating. It was enough to be considered a hazard, yet somehow, not a single person had done anything about it. It was like it had never existed in first place.

Takao Ryuudai, a 37 year old virgin and recluse, has been a Death Note fanatic since he was 17, just a year after his parents were murdered. The Death Notes he bought as collectibles lie on his desk till today, filled with so many names of criminals worldwide that there is almost no space left....

Dmitri is a werewolf who's scared of herself. Ares is a manipulative and cunning man who always gets what he wants. Both seek a healing that no one can see.

On a regular day like any other, Edward Parker, an 18 year-old receives an email from an irregular address asking him "Why do you always play like a Goody Two-shoes?". His reply to it results in him being pulled into a portal which throws him in middle of a forest where he meets a party of thr...

It was as though I were watching, stuck behind glass and frozen in place. The green light tore through the air, connecting midway with the silver blade. The scream that tore through my throat was silenced, the memory ephemeral, but the pain that echoed through my body was not. I could feel it a...

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