A contradicting set of thoughts that plague Nakami's mind. Desiring one thing, but those contradictions prevent her from finding the path forward. Will she be able to attain it?

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)

Just some short stories I use to experiment with different writing techniques.

Lilith, the goddess of Death, has conquered many worlds and turned many worlds to dust. Through her power, she led the armies of Hell into an age of horror and created a prophecy that would stand the test of time. Through this prophecy, the people of Earth were aware of this powerful god. Her pow...

We all know the story of how the man was lured to his death by the woman, Thanatos. But what's the story like from her perspective? An innocent new neighbor named Elira tells her story of how she achieved her goal of bringing her victim to his suicide. TW: mention of suicide A short story ...

Following his soccer team's loss of 11-0 against their rivals, Joey Suzuki, a young striker, challenges the rivals to a rematch in the Champion's Cup final. With only a washed-up team with unmotivated players, Joey does everything he can in order to make the team reach the cup final.

The death of anyone you know will always leave a mark. However, for some, it can have long-lasting effects. Here, a young boy witnesses a horrifying death and is significantly impacted by it, for better or for worse.

A night where a long-time wish gets granted... or not? This wish, belonging to a girl who doesn't yearn for a bright future, but for a beautiful demise. A girl who smiles at nothing but only at the prospect of death. This girl I know, entertaining various scenarios of suicide, finally decides...

Just 1!

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...