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...

Thanatos has stolen away someone very important to me. Someone who is my reason to live. He is seeing the God of Death even though he is ruled by Eros. The God of Death will lead him towards death. I’m caught between two choices… In life, we swing back and forth, joy to sadness, hope to despair....

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.

Thanatos, the god of dead, never stops. After he lost his best friend because of Thanatos, he met his friend again two months later. What it seems like a redemption is actually a long fight against Thanatos.

For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.

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...

"Please don’t leave." "If you leave, I’d be so lonely." I felt as if a surge of water rushed in, filling my nostrils, mouth and lungs, preventing me from continuing with this. "What are you searching for?" ... August 15th. On this hot muggy day, a young man joins hand with his Thanatos, e...

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 story of a boy with his diary who had recently turned 18.