Isekai isn't written. Isekai isn't drawn. Isekai isn't fictitious. Toby is an outstanding truck driver who always accomplishes his mission. However, his entire life is turned upside down within the course of a week due to a single accident. What ensues leads to revelations that shake the very...

In a world where an infamous system rules, Mr. Kind, a rich teenager, needs to escape from a murderer with the help of a girl, while many terrorist attacks take place around the city. Will they be able to survive? Will they find the reason why the murderer is trying to kill them? Why are these...

It's been five years since Lucas, a research scientist, struggles with the memories of the day his friend Mark was murdered. Troubled by the indications that the criminal was a serial killer, he has looked for clues to find the culprit unsuccessfully. When he seems to learn to live with it, his c...

Hiratu Nakamura is a friendless, hopeless, anti-social second-year high school boy. During his usual daily routine, he meets a strange transfer student. What he doesn't know is that this encounter...is about to change his boring life. After meeting Aika Nubera, he goes on insane adventures he'd ...

-A girl who was bullied since childhood grew up to have a lonesome, mediocre life. -A boy who was bored and unsatisfied have failed over and over. -They met one day at the train station, and their trivial story began. “Yes, they’re sharing a drink they called loneliness, but it’s bet...

Hiromi Kobayakawa, a girl who is loved by her parents and fond of the gothic lolita fashion, narrates an unhinged story of her attempt to win a costume contest in a Halloween festival. This is my entry for Honeyfeed's Halloween event. I decided to challenge myself by completely going in the op...

This is the story of Yoshi. Yoshi was a simple student with simple needs and worries until he was approached by the man who was going to change his life forever. What is wrong and what is right? The answer of this question is what Yoshi wants to find the most. This is my first time ever doin...

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.

Everything sucks now. Or maybe it always did. Dad seems to pretend at least that nothing has changed. While I revel in my own existential dread. Mom seems to be happy that she found a new group of friends.

Two nations, under one sun, and watchful their eye As children grow older and then led to die Beneath there, the corpses of brethren lie For under the soil, we toil and cry