Daisuke Kobayashi is a young man who, as a boy, was taken by government scientists and transformed into an assassin as part of a project to create magical super-soldiers to compete with other nations in the world. After a countless number of killings, he eventually went insane and sought to em...

The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

Standing by the tracks of a train, a boy takes a step towards the other side. But life has more in store for him than he could ever know.

A grieving man turns to recreational substances to cope with the loss of his love. On the day their wedding is supposed to take place, the man spirals into desperation to see his fiancé one last time. Submission for YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

On a cold night in early December, a recently bereaved and recovering alcoholic wanders the streets of a certain city, searching for a salvation that may never come. Then he meets Santa Claus.

Amidst a strange supernatural phenomenon, an overworked editor has a chance encounter with someone he never thought he'd see again.

"There's no death without life, nor life without death." It was her favorite phrase. She was undoubtedly right, but for a long time I've felt so empty that I no longer know if I'm alive or dead. “My love, you're ruled by Eros." My wife used to say to me frequently. Thanatos, Eros or whoever, n...

On the very outskirts of the town, there is an old and tall building. It is high enough that it reaches the sky itself. At the very top, there is an apartment. It has been years since anyone has gone in or out. It has become a subject of legends and rumors among the residents. Just what or wh...