Noel Miller is a fourteen-year-old girl from small-town America. After the sudden death of her parents, she and her young brother are forced to move across the world to live with their aunt in Tokyo, Japan. Having to learn to live in a foreign land is hard enough, but her life gets more complicat...

Tens of thousands of light years away from Earth, in the planet-wide city of Bibliotheca Aeterna, a young woman had just arrived. Her name was Constance Rainsford, an Earthling summmoned to the home of the Kexterans to serve as an Archivist, bearers of the ancient civilisation. Uprooted from ...

Energia is the source of power humans possessed throughout history. Although its powerful benefits, technology has slowly begun to take over. Humanity reached a stable and comfortable life, more than ever before in history. But recently, odd creatures started to arrive. Those doll-looking creatur...

I've been practicing to write for a bit now, slowly accumulating a bunch of word docs of stories and poems (mostly poems) that have no place to call home. So I decided to post them here. Sporadically. And randomly... whenever I feel like it. My attempt is to make every chapter standalone, ...

Seiji Yoshino is the protagonist in a story of supernatural beings called "eidolons" and how he learns about them and how to be a "swordsman" -- the brave people that protect the world from the dangerous threats of eidolons. One night changes his life forever as he is from then on intro...

A collection of stories of varying genres, all tied to together by a rather disturbed mind. From ghost assassins to fighting through the pits of hell to a guy who turns into a little girl, things are bound to get a little crazy, so hold tight, and maybe have a few beers. It's gonna be a trip.

The wanderer had no name. Instead, his cane had a name. Just like his cloak and the small bag of provisions he carried over his shoulder. In the past, he was sure, he had also had a name. However, that time was long ago, and names tend to lose out to time.

In life, we are all numbers. It's just the ones that wear them that are the problem. Yes, the ones that wear them. The ones that wear the numbers. The ones that greed, and the ones that never stop craving. In this world, the ones that kill reign supreme. Coal, a hopeless and unfortunate boy, ...

A young girl who goes at collage she describes her daily life and her selfish desire.

You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”