The world is ending. You're dying. You're alone. Your friends risked an uncertain fate in a hole that magically appeared one day. No one is coming to save you. So, will you follow your friends, or starve to death?

A story of a Patient who wants to live and a Doctor who wants to die— "It drives me mad to hold these thoughts like a knife to my throat. I take a deep breath, I feel a sharp jab in my chest. A fish in a terrarium lives a better life than I do."

9-year-old Marion asks her Mother what it means to die. [Oneshot]

The revolution has won. The King and Queen are already dead. Only the Princess remains. And tomorrow, she'll die too. Yet she organized one last ball. Amidst all the hate, and in the face of death, she will dance the most beautifully. How to live when you know you'll die ? How to love when you ...

The death of anyone you know will always leave a mark. However, for some, it can have long-lasting effects. Here, a young boy witnesses a horrifying death and is significantly impacted by it, for better or for worse.

"Sunflower Seeds" is a poignant tale of two souls, bound by music and silenced by their own struggles. The story unfolds on a scorching summer day in August, as the protagonist encounters a vivacious girl with bright blue eyes and a passion for creating music. United by their love for melodies, t...

By sunset, the witch's form is lost under the heavy justice of the people. The villagers cheer and hold each other, celebrating their triumph against evil. With full hearts, they head back down the mountain, for a spirit of Thanatos can only be killed under the light of dawn, and they have done m...

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

On a cold night in early December, a recently bereaved and recovering alcoholic wanders the streets of a certain city, searching for a salvation that may never come. Then he meets Santa Claus.