There was a 'narrator' in a space with no time nor bounds. He knew this place as long as he could remember. When he was created with a purpose. And that purpose was to fit in the role of a character. But that role could not be fulfilled as the story could not be told. The 'writer' of that story s...

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...

Charon, a name belongs to the one who guide the souls of dead to their destination, the underworld. Thanatos, a name that belongs to the god of death. Would a boy with both roles save a girl who was in despair or guide her to the path he never belonged to?

In the wake of a tragedy, despite wishing for death, I'd always be rejected by Thanatos. No matter what I tried, 'she' would always stop me. But why? Isn't 'she' the God of Death? I can only keep trying to solve the mysteries of life and death. Are they the reason for her rejection? Or was th...

An idol who has lost everything. How can she find the strength to go on living?

In the field of chaos theory, the butterfly effect is a principle of chaos. The small change in one state of system can result in larger paradigm shift of events. A simple act of suicide causes a chain reaction throughout a city – even its people. For those who are born through the rule of Ero...

When humans die, their souls can be collected either by the God of Death, Thanatos, or the Goddess of Life, Eros. The Judgement for this is as fair as life itself can be.

On the eve of her 29th birthday, Melanie Grace Caldwell feels trapped in the cycle of city life – a mundane 9-to-5 job and faded dreams of youth. But when she blows out her birthday candles, a mysterious gift stirs within. Each night, as sleep claims her, she's drawn back in time, reliving moment...

An ordinary life of an ordinary person in an ordinary place. Nothing interesting here, move along. If you want better stories, just use the search bar at the top of the page. Click on it and type: 'interesting stories' because this one is anything but that. Are you still here mr or mrs reader-ku...

That day he saw her for the first time playing a violin. She was like the reflection of a full moon in the mirror in his room. He peeked through the window and saw the most magnificent sight among white clouds. Due to its shine, the clouds around it looked even more beautiful. He tried buildin...