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One night, it felt as if the darkness had melded seamlessly with its surroundings, extinguishing the stars in the sky. Then, a profound silence descended, piercing through the midst of my thoughts like an icy scream. I sensed that I lay on a cold surface, my hands trembling as if frozen. I couldn...

In this world, there are two types of people. Those who are enamored by death, falling for the deity Thanatos. Those who are blessed by life, loved by the deity Eros. On a certain Christmas Eve, one man, all on his lonesome, sits on the rooftop of a company building. When he contemplates his...

You cross your wrists for attention. But if you want results, you open the veins down their lengths.

Eros, the God of Life and Thanatos, the God of Death, are infamously known throughout the world. The people of Eros desire to live and create life in order to please their god and the people of Thanatos desire to die in order to please their own. That being said, Yakuto is stuck in the middle as ...

I have only a chapter or two left to finish the novel I'm writing and that has given me a very bizarre compulsion not to finish it. So, instead I wrote about what an interesting day must look like for a Grim Reaper.

A short story about a dream made by a fourteen years old boy living on a small island. The dream he had is of an ordinary day. Then why. Why is it that wonderful to his eyes?

A short story of 1k words approx. Wont tell anything, read it for yourself!

A passenger on a ship takes a ten-minute break to enjoy a beautiful sunset, only to contemplate his misfortunes. That is until an unexpected encounter arrives, granting him the peace he craves.

Tranquil is my heart and empty is mind. But no light shows my way through the darkness. No light, but that of the lonely Wayfaring Stranger, who offered to guide me away from this abyss.