"What is a human being?" This is what Utsuro, a sixteen-year-old boy, has been thinking about in his hidden village deep in the mountains. Abandoned by his parents, Utsuro and another boy of the same age and condition, Akuta, are raised by the assassin, Kyogetsu Nigarashi, and lead a harsh bu...

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

A man waits for his evening intercity train.

After a global trend about the occult did the whole world think about the existence of Esper but not everybody believed in this trend. Dusk is a young man who doesn't accept the existence of anything occult before he sees it with his own two eyes. And a little warning I am not native from an E...

The little thoughts of life that the little girl in my head has. A blank space where she can convey her thoughts, worries, and messages. Her private novel like journal where she can share her locked up emotions. All will be recorded here.

This is a very short One-Shot about a girl in a future where there is nothing to do. There is nothing more to say I hope you enjoy this little story. And a little warning I am not native from an English speaking country so I am sure there are multiple misspellings. You are welcome to correct m...

Osamu is a quiet, well-mannered boy who carries a lifetime responsibility: to make sure the talisman on his friend Yurei’s forehead never falls off. It was a promise made to Yurei’s parents, a duty Osamu has upheld without question, without pause. He’s never asked why. Never wondered what might h...

Two young men sit under a tree, enjoying the ocean breeze during a sunset. Then, as one of them finds a wilted flower, the conversation shifts into one about the inevitability of death.

The Jian. A mythical bird born with only one eye and one wing, thus it cannot fly without its pair. It was the epitome of saying that everything in this world came in pairs. Day and Night. Sun and Moon. Ying and Yang. Light and Shadow. Eros and Thanatos—Life and Death. A girl ruled by Tha...

Adam wakes with a ringing phone at the end of his bed and a friend at his door. It's always hard to accept what we don't want to believe, and even harder to put hope down. Is it better to let the phone ring or to answer it? Even if the answer will be one you knew would come and can't bear to hear...