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.

Everyone with the privilege of aging shall eventually have to deal with the consequences of time. He is one of the un/lucky few.

The woman who ran into the night with the man was just an illusion created by the man. The woman was only seen by the man. By the way, did she really? A story of the woman who left footprints near the man, becoming someone impossible to leave any single trace on the ground. The end of a depres...

"Please don’t leave." "If you leave, I’d be so lonely." I felt as if a surge of water rushed in, filling my nostrils, mouth and lungs, preventing me from continuing with this. "What are you searching for?" ... August 15th. On this hot muggy day, a young man joins hand with his Thanatos, e...

It isn’t easy being the God of Death, misunderstood and condemned by the very beings you’ve sworn to save from the tragedies of life. But maybe death isn’t the only way; you just need to find the hope beyond the night…

A French studies sophomore, Kadomori Ayato has become overwhelmed by the thought of his (one-sided) love, Tenkomori Sharaichi, has something more than friendship with his friend, Arata Shin.

A boy who suffered from depression and was saved by his girl.

The ongoing paradox of life is that the worst parts of life and ourselves drive us to death, and that in order to pursue life we must love ourself including the worst parts. One man has an encounter with Love, Suffering and Death.

There is always some sort of desire that keeps people moving forward. Some people are too blind to see it; and others are often entranced by its delightful delusion. The desire to go somewhere not here; can always be found in every piece of literature. What kind of story is written without going ...

"A giant yellow eye stared back, a cruel grin flashing under the candlelight. It's meaty hand reaching over the bedframe and dipping into the blankets to tug my brother up and out. " "People have been disappearing from our village. Last week, It was the Caulghington's infant son. " "Three w...