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, ...

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 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...

The most important seven years of a man. The years where he experienced the good and the bad of life. And once a year, he goes to a park, where he meets a mysterious woman. On a bench overlooking the joyful scenery, he would share moments of his life with her, from his joys to his misfortunes. Th...

"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...

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I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

It never crossed his mind that he was not fighting Thanatos, but actively being pursued by him, through her. She is his muse. His temptress. And he is irreversibly entranced by her.

The story about an 14-year old boy, Leo Reyes Gimmina, son of Rick Reyes and Mari Gimmina. Mostly, he was being alone, after about his parents are separately forever, mostly he was now a shut-in. When he needed for his own hope, for that he was entered the kids pizzeria named "Drawn Fun, Party Wo...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.