Two best friends want to solve the conspiracy iceberg in honor of the boy’s brother who died in a car crash 5 years ago.

A normal life was going on with me. But suddenly everything changed. There was a suicide by a student of our school. The reason was a mystery but after that incident, a lot happened in our school. Students are going missing but no clue is left behind. A detective is called by police for investiga...

David Ibarra has it all: a career he's flourishing in, a loving wife and three daughters he couldn't be more proud of. The problem? Well, he's dead. After suffering a heart attack, he wakes up in the body of a mangy mutt! Not ready to leave behind his past life, David is determined to raise his d...

A brief one-shot of a short interaction between a nurse and a delusional patient named Mellow. The interaction takes place within the room of a psychiatric ward. You will come to see two different perspectives of reality smashing into one another. Resulting in...? Fear? Enlightenment? Who knows.....

A boy by the name of Itsuki Sato had witnessed his mother die when he was at the age of five. Itsuki Sato’s mother had died because she had seen this man kill another man. The man who killed that other man killed Itsuki Sato’s mother since she saw him kill that man. Itsuki Sato was traumatized wh...

"I can't trust anyone, can't speak my mind to anyone, everyone is my enemy and my heart is only my own." These are the thoughts of Hans, a 16 year old aspiring to be a doctor! Living a normal live free from grief, however, he had taken his lack of grief for granted. As he grew up he was unable to...

A story I wrote on Nov. 5th, 2012 called Story. I was a 5th grader.

Boredom is like war and endless war is boring. Nothing is interesting to me in this life, everyone is boring to the point of wanting to die. A high school boy named Handa Rito attends high school shoko he is a loner and an orphan, his life is always moving, Until one day when he wanted to go to...

The weather is rainy, but it doesn't affect the life of this city's people. And when the night comes, does the drops of rain remain same? I wonder.