What does the desire for life and death mean? Can the desire of death exist without life? Is the desire of life bound to be replaced with the desire of death? Eros and Thanatos, who truly rules the world?

One night a tired office worker decides to adopt an abandoned cat she found but it turns out this isn't an ordinary cat...

George and Madeline have returned to Beartooth Mountain - the place that George grew up - hoping to get one last view from the summit. But along the way, they run into a few old figures from George's past.

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

An ethereal angel, traverses the vast sea for years, captivating the imaginations of those who witness her. Her presence is both feared and revered, seen as a harbinger of doom and a symbol of grace. Through wars, encounters with sea creatures, and contemplative moments with birds, she grapples w...

“I almost had him!” I heard a girl’s voice while I was in a coma. According to my nurse, I was apparently hit by a massive truck in the middle of the 4 way road. It was seemingly a fatal situation but I have no recollection of it at all. “You are lucky!” My nurse always says to me as she...

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...

The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

This is a spin-off story based of YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" as well as the story "An Invitation from Thanatos. This short story will follow an invisible narrator who only limits himself to observe the events around him. Someone who can give more insight into the thoughts of the highe...

Dr. William Turner, as usual, was heading towards the hospital every morning. A light mist had settled over the city, and a sense of quietude prevailed. The white walls of the Swallow Medical Center seemed like a sanctuary, always patiently striving to alleviate pain. One day, when he picked u...