Fuyu woke to what should have been none other than another normal, tiring day at school. What should have been a simple day in the life of a nonchalant High School student. What should have been things as usual. Until it wasn’t. Where was she? Why was she here? How was she here? Questions w...

Iyuna Marge, after successfully running away from her adoptive father, decides to attend an elite school with the help of the Foundation Head—her father’s direct subordinate. She joins in hopes of having a normal life like any other teenager.

This is a story about writing. It’s not about how to write, but about the feelings involved in writing itself. It stars an unnamed protagonist who cannot escape. It was a Monday.

When four college friends escape to the remote village of Glenfaye after exams, they expect a peaceful retreat—starlit skies, forest trails, and forgotten worries. Rajeev, the group's quiet dreamer and stargazer, finds himself drawn deeper into the forest, chasing the beauty of the Milky Way. ...

Lost among memories and waves, a man follows the echoes of a love that death could not smother. From the icy shores of Saint-Malo to the ghostly beaches of Corsica, he writes letters to his friend, narrating his descent into a world where the ocean sings in forgotten languages ​​and the boundary ...

At San Carlos International High, the student council should be the calm in the chaos — but for Mike, Liora, and Jouce, it’s become the source of it. When rumors of a student-led mutiny start to spread, the trio is forced to work together not just to keep control, but to figure out who they can r...

A Short story about Maria's past, the Vampire Queen of my future novel. The Queen is walking trough the corridors of her dark castle, recalling a lot of bad memories and all the pain that came with them. A cursed blood, an impossible love, an eternal suffering in hope to meet her lost lover...

Years ago, in the town of Setin, child abductions were common. The culprit was somehow killed, and the town was at peace. But years later, with the abduction of a child once again, everything started anew. Witnesses to the abduction, Joe and his friend Oliver, would delve into this great mystery....

writing this letter and putting it on your locker please don't ignore

Cumhaill, the gratest mine of his genration, was trajickly billied by his classmates until he can't take any long, so in fit of raging, he punchid his bathroom miror till it shat in many pieces. Unknowinkly he had partally combines with a demon in his mirror, giving him the Mirror Arm.