A collection of short stories I wrote for writer jams.

Amidst the fading cherry blossoms, two men make there way to a shrine.

In the heart of Petrograd, Mikhail Alexandrovich Petrov, orchestrates a symphony of intrigue and deception. Driven by a singular vision of revolution, he navigates the treacherous waters of politics with ruthless precision.

What is happiness? I couldn't understand this feeling anymore. For me, happiness was just a lie I had to keep up when I'm in public. Until I unexpectedly met you again.

Time travel is a fascinating topic that has an intriguing rule, "The future changes if the past is altered." But what if the opposite is also true? If someone goes and changes the future, will the past also be different? I wondered...

Alric was a prince of the empire, living a wonderful life and he have everything that he will cherish forever, but something changes. He found himself at the bottom of his life, a darkness planted in his life. During his tremendous journey he meets someone who triggers the’ unexpected catalyst’ ....

Mason, Melody, and Sam are students at MASQUERADE- A School for training young BLESSED and CURSED, people capable of harnessing the loose energy from Hell & Heaven. At the end of a holy war, the gates to each realm were to be sealed and humans were to be left to their own accord- but the crack...

During the cold winter days, Mona is looking for the mall Santa who once cheered her up during a difficult time. With her friends from school, she decides to return the favor. Together they organize the best Christmas party ever! (Aka: cute girls doing Christmas)

Many times humans are torn between what they perceive as real or imaginary, most of the time it is an actual situation that affects the perception of everything that happens next, when it comes to the senses, the human brain can only be overpowered by the human heart and that is an unchanging, un...

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...