In their darkest of nights, two broken souls made a promise. Intoxicated by love and fueled from the conviction to escape the cruelty of their world, they decide to run away together. Just one week, a fleeting farewell to the day before—then they leave their past behind forever to awaken beneath ...

Although she knows about her families curse, she doesn't accept her faith of death. As she tries to hide from the god of death and locks herself at home, she starts playing a new horror game which unveils many unpleasant surprises.

The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

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

The woman who ran into the night with the man was just an illusion created by the man. The woman was only seen by the man. By the way, did she really? A story of the woman who left footprints near the man, becoming someone impossible to leave any single trace on the ground. The end of a depres...

It isn’t easy being the God of Death, misunderstood and condemned by the very beings you’ve sworn to save from the tragedies of life. But maybe death isn’t the only way; you just need to find the hope beyond the night…

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Spies usually don't get to choose how they die. Many are killed in action, while others in captivity. Serena has been captured and has been sentenced to a slow and painful death. She wanted to die peacefully on a small hill in her hometown, but that looks like it will never happen. That is until ...

There is always some sort of desire that keeps people moving forward. Some people are too blind to see it; and others are often entranced by its delightful delusion. The desire to go somewhere not here; can always be found in every piece of literature. What kind of story is written without going ...

"A giant yellow eye stared back, a cruel grin flashing under the candlelight. It's meaty hand reaching over the bedframe and dipping into the blankets to tug my brother up and out. " "People have been disappearing from our village. Last week, It was the Caulghington's infant son. " "Three w...