On the planet Endscape, it is the year two thousand. The world is divide into four sectors, each sector a different era in time. Two children will travel this world, growing and learning of it. A man with one arm hunts them down, killing everyone, and destroying everything, that gets in his path....

“How disgusting,” thought Eros, watching Thanatos commit murders with an innocent smile. Eros, not being able to stop her, needed validation. So upon seeing and meeting Sora, can Eros finally feel fulfilled…? TW: mention of suicide A short story by me for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed contest, ba...

Nadia wasn't supposed to want or feel anything. Her Creator gave her a purpose, and she will fulfil it! But why is she hesitating to heal herself with Zack's soul? What else is she supposed to do with it? Why... doesn't she want to let him go?

Mokoto Shikimaru was a student at J.S. Highschool until a video of him entering a karaoke got viral. And people thought of him as a thug causing his reputation to go down, while some wanted to fight him to see if he was strong. After some thugs beat him up, he became a slave at his school. He is ...

If life is the place with colors and fun. And depression is an all-engulfing pitch-black swamp. Then... what about me?

I Will show you how much i love you!

"Once upon a time, in the early 1890s, the magnificent warship Ertugrul sailed proudly upon the seas as the grand symbol of the Ottoman Empire's glory. This elderly vessel was about to embark on a journey that would etch its name into the pages of history. Ali, a young Ottoman officer, stood with...

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...

Eros, the eternal painter, dwells on his current circumstances.

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...