When an overworked programmer is visited by a girl that should not exist, will he keep his grasp on reality, or will he succumb to the shadows?

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...

The sad thing is suicide doesn't end the pain. It just passes it on to someone else. —James Kirkup

Dear Diary, It's okay if she's my God of death, as long as I can stare into her eyes one last time before the light of my life extinguishes.

Amoria never dies. That was the fairy tale, the children’s rhyme. The story they told in hushed whispers around the campfire. Everyone knew the myth, though the exact origins of her immortality differed from region to region and from person to person. Over the thousand stories, Amoria wore...

Harold only wants one simple thing, a perfect Christmas with his wife and daughter. With a pandemic racking the world, and with Harold and his wife Olivia both busy with work, that seems like a faraway dream. However, miraculously, it all works out and they are all home together at eleven pm on C...

Discover the story behind a lake and its relation to love, deities, and promises.

"Don't you dare use that voice."

The hero and the queen of demons: good and evil, life and death, peace and war. It has always been like this for humans, demons, adventure companions, rivals... everyone has always taken their role for granted. The war is underway and their decisive challenge is around the corner, everyone is ea...

A wild-boy in a post-apocalyptic world, fleeing from mysterious enemies, both within and without. Running. A boy is running. The sound of tall grass trampled underfoot. Running the Acres is hard. You run long enough, gets where what you’re running toward and what you’re running from start t...