After so many years with someone, saying goodbye for indeterminate time can be an inexplicable pain to deal with and, for better or for worse, sometimes loneliness feels like a more terrifying outcome than death.

“Eros loved a woman. When she died, he asked his brother to keep her by his side. But she grew to loathe him because he enjoyed the warmth of life while she was alone in the cold. So, he cursed all lovers to be betrayed by death like he had been by his own brother.” “Did he let her go?” “He...

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...

Standing by the tracks of a train, a boy takes a step towards the other side. But life has more in store for him than he could ever know.

A grieving man turns to recreational substances to cope with the loss of his love. On the day their wedding is supposed to take place, the man spirals into desperation to see his fiancé one last time. Submission for YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest

The hero and the queen of demons: good and evil, life and death, peace and war. It has always been like this for humans, demons, adventure companions, rivals... everyone has always taken their role for granted. The war is underway and their decisive challenge is around the corner, everyone is ea...

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

This is a Spin-off/Sequel to the Invitation of Thanatos for the YOASOBI Writing contest. This story follows the younger brother of the protagonist in Invitation of Thanatos and what lead him down the road he built.

In the shadows of the Agatsuma Apartments during the solemn Obon season, the caretaker, Sato Ayato, navigates the building's tranquil corridors. As the season unfolds, a series of tragic events unfurl, blurring the line between celebration and despair. Caught in the midst of festivity and persona...

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...