A sweet song filled the air as the wheels of the train clattered along the track, quickly approaching the station. Her wrists were itchy and sore from her past attempt. Yet that sweet song still hung in the air around her, beckoning her closer to the edge as a green-eyed stranger watched from the...

If Thanatos appeared before your eyes, will you follow the command or live your own life and challenge the god of death?

George and Madeline have returned to Beartooth Mountain - the place that George grew up - hoping to get one last view from the summit. But along the way, they run into a few old figures from George's past.

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

A woman grapples with her guilt over her younger sister's tragic death. Seeking closure, she returns to a rooftop where her sister fell to fulfill a promise she had made with her younger sister.

A spin-off story based on YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" and the story "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. For the YOASOBI X HONEYFEED contest 2023. A young man named Ethan, haunted by his mother's death, becomes obsessed with the concept of death and the afterlife. When he ...

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...

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

We're always alone, aren't we? No one needs me right? No one cares about me right? It has always been like this from my ostracised childhood where I didn't belong in the chaotic orchestra that was school, all the way till now as a lowly unappreciated employee. Until I met her...

"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...