(This is not a synopsis) I'll be rewriting Staccato, since I feel that I've rushed my writing process too much, and that the course of events within the story has deviated too much from what I first planned. I also feel like a different chapter length, narration, and pacing would suit Staccato ...

Welcome to the distant future! Tokyo is a place where people can fly, robots make your coffee, and augmented reality is tightly integrated into daily life. But despite dazzling technological advances, this future utopia is strangely similar to the world we know today. Why has human society evolve...

With no memory, Hez wakes up to find that he has traveled back in time to prevent a certain organization from succeeding in destroying the world in the future. He's the only one who can travel through time. His mission is to discover the secrets of such an organization through the daughter of ...

What if everything was managed by a God ? And if all thoses gods was at school ? ... Homie, the main caracter and god of humanity, is going to show us what it's like to go to a shool for god. Would you like to be friend with Anna, the goddess of memorises ?

I wanted to go to school like everyone else, at least for my final year. I've been home schooled up until now, but now that I've been accepted into a school of the gifted, I can't be more excited. When our brains are formed, neurons are connected to many other neurons before these connections ...

"Being a teenager is so easy!" Romance-less, friend-less, and borderline broke Arakaki Shuji is a 34 year old mathematics teacher at a private high school in Morioka, Japan. He spends his days droning in class about equations and his nights drinking to forget his lackluster existence. He views hi...

Many lay concerts in their life, for the beat of the phases they've outlived or for the furthers to be foretold, they stage it in galas of artistic prowess ordinarily through literature, musicals, delineates, sculpture, architectonics and also via the stealthy breath of whispers between two under...

I'm in my last year of high school, and I still don't know what life is. I don't have any friends, because I don't need any, I have myself. I have my own little world, in which I live my own little life. Yet when I look at others, I don't even feel alive. At night, I often dream of a yellow cat. ...

When one reaches rock bottom, what does one do? What if when you suffer enough in life, the Gods help out those poor souls and grant them abilities in return for their suffering. But, has life ever been that easy?

They say dead men tell no tales. I wish I was the embodiment of that saying... My tale ended a long time ago, and yet I'm still telling the same story over and over again. Is this the curse they spoke of ? Who was it again... The person I didn't want to forget no matter what happened to...