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In a dystopian society where only the one percent with supernatural "Gifts" have power, a young man with no Gift of his own will change the world...no matter what.
“Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I-Doctor Phantasie-have created a machine that can view a person’s imaginative mind!”, as Phantasie yelled in excitement. A short 1 chapter story about how a man or mad doctor found out a way to view a persons imaginative mind
「人間って、何だろう?」 十六歳の少年ウツロは、山奥の隠れ里でそんなことばかり考えていた。 彼は親に捨てられ、同じ境遇・年齢の少年アクタとともに、殺し屋・似嵐鏡月(にがらし きょうげつ)の手で育てられ、厳しくも楽しい日々を送っていた。 しかしある夜、謎の凶賊たちが里を襲い、似嵐鏡月とアクタは身を呈してウツロを逃がす。 だが彼は、この世とあの世の境に咲くという異界の支配者・魔王桜(まおうざくら)に出会ってしまう。 ウツロは魔王桜から「アルトラ」と呼ばれる異能力を植えつけられてしまう。 目を覚ましたウツロは、とある洋館風アパートの一室で、四人の少年少女と出会う。 心...
Story about consequences and answers to regret, a slow phase in life that can turn into inevitable sequences of choices. Urip, delusional boy who always tries to avoid problems and deny the reality. Even when he already has the answer, Everything is questionable.
Let's do a thought experiment: How would the life of a person change if they suddenly decided to never speak again? "The Silence" follows the life of Hibiki, an introverted university student who one day decides to do just that. It is an exploration of the thought experiment, as well as philosop...
A girl lives in a word that is always changing. She doesn’t know what is real and what is not. She wants to know if everything is real even her but it is ok to know?
The little thoughts of life that the little girl in my head has. A blank space where she can convey her thoughts, worries, and messages. Her private novel like journal where she can share her locked up emotions. All will be recorded here.
Out the eye, our mind lives out tale. Truth and lie, we process by the subjection of our senses against the world. What comes when our world shifts into a strange hue, whose nature falters our lens as we fail to grasp the beyond bleeding into the here and now? Madness, surely, unless our psyche...