Every night, he goes to bed with her at his side, afraid of losing her the next morning because, even in his dreams, he feels like she is slowly leaving him behind.

Today is my close friend's birthday. I've been with him since childhood, and I've been secretly in love with him. Will I continue to keep this love hidden in the end? However, I'm also afraid to confess because I fear it might damage our friendship. What should I do?

This is a short story the first half of which (the 'symbolic' part) I wrote quite a few years ago. About a month ago I roughly doubled it in word count, adding the 'sci-fi' part. They are divided by a *** . In the second part I basically describe 'paradise' itself the way I have imagined it. ...

A student exchange who comes to japan, but strangely isn't fond of cherry blossoms. "So, why don't we just leave the it, and watch something more interesting?"

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.

The protagonist, Asahi wakes in a hospital only to find out that he had been in an accident and is unable to remember anything from before. Even though his memories have vanished he is troubled by the image of a woman in his thoughts. There is a rumor in the hospital that whoever meets a woman...

This is just a one shot novel that I'am considering continuing. It's about a girl, a boy, and a cave.

When a country bumpkin and weeb Albert (fake name) visits Japan during Spring. Uwah!

For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.

It started with a full moon... Issei, one day sees a girl walking on air outside his window. He falls in love at first sight. The girl invites him to play together and from there the two become friends and then maybe even lovers.