In a dystopian future where the Cold War never truly ended, a secret project unleashes uncontrollable time distortions known as "time bubbles." Elias, a grieving father, battles to protect his daughter from the devastating effects of these anomalies. As corruption and horror envelop the world, El...

“Mari, Do you think everyone can pass through the gates of heaven?” Grace asked me those words in class one day. A simple question, no more than a passing thought to ignore the horrors of English lit. But, when we ran into each other again, she hinted there may be more to those words than...

I promised to live, but I’ll die for you.

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

On a cold night in early December, a recently bereaved and recovering alcoholic wanders the streets of a certain city, searching for a salvation that may never come. Then he meets Santa Claus.

A French studies sophomore, Kadomori Ayato has become overwhelmed by the thought of his (one-sided) love, Tenkomori Sharaichi, has something more than friendship with his friend, Arata Shin.

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

It is said that angels of death are the most merciful after God himself. They won't take your soul brutally, but they will seduce you towards the end gently with a path filled with roses. "Don't you want to go? There are many green lands out there, a lot of trees filled with many delicious sweet...

It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.

Unable to escape the pain of being forgotten or letting go of his desire to help others, he slowly loses his sanity. In a world that constantly rejects his very existence: Is there any point in trying?