The Jian. A mythical bird born with only one eye and one wing, thus it cannot fly without its pair. It was the epitome of saying that everything in this world came in pairs. Day and Night. Sun and Moon. Ying and Yang. Light and Shadow. Eros and Thanatos—Life and Death. A girl ruled by Tha...

“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...

Two girls, Yuina and Akie, walk side by sideーone a phantom, the other a struggling teenager trying to find somewhere to belong. But to those whose hearts are buried in loneliness, your mind is not there for you. Do not trust her.

What if Thanatos only calls on followers because the loneliness of their existence was too much to bear? What if Eros tries to stop them every single time, showing them they are loved but having their words and actions reverberate in the void as they fail to reach them? Is Death really all that t...

A curse is not an incantation, nor is it a magic spell of any sort. It is a desperate, selfish wish. A taboo desire, given power, that goes against the natural order of the world. The twin gods, Eros and Thanatos, were once the rulers of an immortal earth. Now, one is dead, while the ot...

"Follow me into the night." "What is keeping you tethered to the light?" —Is this a novel? A poem? Who knows? For now, it's about two lovers, with one convincing the other, to go.....

On that day, an Eros was born.

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

December 24th. The snow had taken the shape of the roofs it had fallen over. The weather was chilly but my living room was warm, thanks to the heater. "Sorry." Just one word sent from his LINE account. It could mean a lot of things.

Amidst the silence of the night, Tony's world is disrupted by an unexpected call from Jocilyn, a dear friend enduring the trials of hospital life. In the hushed hours, she bares her soul, admitting to the weight of exhaustion and self-perceived burdens.