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

Amidst a strange supernatural phenomenon, an overworked editor has a chance encounter with someone he never thought he'd see again.

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.

"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...

On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

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...

She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

“I almost had him!” I heard a girl’s voice while I was in a coma. According to my nurse, I was apparently hit by a massive truck in the middle of the 4 way road. It was seemingly a fatal situation but I have no recollection of it at all. “You are lucky!” My nurse always says to me as she...

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...