About a man who wanted to be free from desires

A story I wrote on Nov. 5th, 2012 called Story. I was a 5th grader.

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...

Set in the fading twilight of the Meiji Era, Of Servant and Master tells the poignant tale of a proud samurai-turned-general and a noble princess bound by duty, tradition, and unspoken longing. As Japan transforms around them, their hearts remain trapped in a silence neither can break—torn betwee...

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.

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

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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 I wrote on this exact day 4 years ago.

Today I saw a flower bloom on asphalt.