My mother was the Maou who tried to conquer another world and my father was the Yuusha who stopped her, they both fled to the land and decided to use the story of the other world to make money from novels and games. They had abandoned their old identities, so why is this my problem now?

Unaware of our fate, we wander the world hoping to one day find our calling...our purpose. We cling to idols and gods for guidance under a moonlit road, only to end up realizing we have been bound to this distant thing all along. Writhe in your own ignorance, for the world is truly the egg from w...

I can't remember how long it has been since I received a hug. And if I will, why? There's really nothing in me. Just a mediocre human being who doesn't make efforts. But... If I asked for it, would you give it to me? 3/30/22 - 'I' cried and yearned for an embrace. 3/31/22 - 'I' drea...

I just wanted to be remembered.............in a twisted sorta way.

Coloring Daisies Follows The Daily Lives Of The Daisies, 6 Elementary School Girls. Riku Fujisaki, The Introverted Artist. Hanako Suzuki, The Bubbly Musician. Mirai Miyazaki, The Shy Bookworm. Yukira Yamada, The Angry But Sweet Future Astronaut. Hiroko Tanaka, The Clumsy Soccer Playing Tomboy. An...

Tucked away in a corner, there is a town cut off from the rest of the world, surrounded by a veil of death that none can pass once inside. For fifteen years, the people of the town have been trapped, falling behind with the advancements of the rest of the world, isolated from everyone. But for D...

Common sense is a foreign concept.

I lack experience writing combat scenes so I thought I'd remedy that a little and ended up creating something with minimal combat anyway. Regardless, it was fun

A oneshot about forgetting things and strange dreams of flowers and monitors