It only takes one push, one press for everything to make sense. Sometimes, what we seek is right in front of us, only waiting to be found.

Just a chill cozy evening in a café near the sea. Nothing more, nothing less.

This is a story about writing. It’s not about how to write, but about the feelings involved in writing itself. It stars an unnamed protagonist who cannot escape. It was a Monday.

It is a journal of someone trying to get away, trying to be free, but encountering something that they will never return.

A knight awakens in the aftermath of a war and is haunted by the obligation of his duty.

In a desolate city devoid of life, one man finds himself alone amidst the eerie silence and empty streets. As he navigates through the familiar yet hauntingly vacant surroundings, memories of the bustling life that once filled the city flood his mind. From the abandoned office buildings to his em...

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.

Running.

The revolution has won. The King and Queen are already dead. Only the Princess remains. And tomorrow, she'll die too. Yet she organized one last ball. Amidst all the hate, and in the face of death, she will dance the most beautifully. How to live when you know you'll die ? How to love when you ...

After so many years with someone, saying goodbye for indeterminate time can be an inexplicable pain to deal with and, for better or for worse, sometimes loneliness feels like a more terrifying outcome than death.