This novel will contain various stories written by me or an artificial intelligence nonsensical writer. So, enjoy those stories that I don't even understand myself.

"Being a teenager is so easy!" Romance-less, friend-less, and borderline broke Arakaki Shuji is a 34 year old mathematics teacher at a private high school in Morioka, Japan. He spends his days droning in class about equations and his nights drinking to forget his lackluster existence. He views hi...

"What is a human being?" This is what Utsuro, a sixteen-year-old boy, has been thinking about in his hidden village deep in the mountains. Abandoned by his parents, Utsuro and another boy of the same age and condition, Akuta, are raised by the assassin, Kyogetsu Nigarashi, and lead a harsh bu...

A man waits for his evening intercity train.

2060. The apocalypse's come, it's gone, and in its wake the world begins to piece itself back together in the derelict of the golden ages. In the many habitable zones dotting the irradiated continents, societies pull themselves together, relying on newly invented androids - "Dolls" - to rebuild. ...

Book for a role playing game Iam creating. This is its third rewrite I've done. -Dead Soul Dispersia -Dead Soul Dispersia 2nd/Lock and Key -Dead Soul Dispersia- Triwrite A soul could never be banished to hell for the twin goddesses had mercy on those after death. Welcoming with open arms U...

A quiet story about a boy born into a world that never asked for him.

In a world where a line that cuts through the center of the sky, sprinkles off energy particles that grant people special abilities, a disciple of a former Shogun embarks on a journey of self-realization. With an Order that's always expanding and a whole lot of world to discover, Hanasuke makes t...

My name is Rutohi Furudoa, and I am on a quest to free my brethren from the ones who abuses our lack of understanding of magick.

December 24, Christmas Eve. As the city adorns itself with lights, appearances, and empty promises, a handful of wandering souls slip into the shadows of the shop windows. Joad, Lina, Milo, Zac, and other anonymous solitudes cross the night with their invisible scars, all bound by the same silent...