The ivory halls of the manor keeps being decorated with the painting of my reflection, Mother tells me everyday that I should be blessed to be named after her. Nobody speaks of her, or rather, my name out loud. I think the family have been hiding things from me, or maybe I’m just delusional. But ...

Are you the “ideal” you? Flawless—without faults or shortcomings? If so, then you are one of the fortunate ones. But if you’re not… you must be careful of the “mimics”, for they will find you, then take away your place in this world. They will steal your identity, and slowly replace y...

I still see your shadow in my room. I can't take back the love I gave you. I'm at the point where I love you and hate you. And I can't change you, so I have to replace you. Easier said than done. I thought you were the one. I listen to my heart rather than my head. You found another, but ...

Having crushed the Northumbrian rebels, the Kingdom of Mercia-Burgundy declared a new campaign: to reclaim the lands, and bring a new dawn after the devastating events of the past centuries. Three years later, Burgundian 12th Scouting Division is sent on a reconnaissance mission to the souther...

A lone traveling Alchemist who established himself in a forest free of sovereignty haphazardly finds his way to a small village surrounded not only by that same forest, but also by the sea and a large mountain range. Upon closer inspection, it seems like the people there are preparing for a cel...

Chloe is a teenager with psychological problems, she has a distorted worldview and ends up seeing things in a somewhat strange way. She now finds herself in a strange situation with her friend Bob, will she get her happy ending? Or had she lived in sadness.

For the realm of mortals, nothing is actually as it seems.

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.

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

On that day, an Eros was born.