A night where a long-time wish gets granted... or not? This wish, belonging to a girl who doesn't yearn for a bright future, but for a beautiful demise. A girl who smiles at nothing but only at the prospect of death. This girl I know, entertaining various scenarios of suicide, finally decides...

“Eros loved a woman. When she died, he asked his brother to keep her by his side. But she grew to loathe him because he enjoyed the warmth of life while she was alone in the cold. So, he cursed all lovers to be betrayed by death like he had been by his own brother.” “Did he let her go?” “He...

If Thanatos appeared before your eyes, will you follow the command or live your own life and challenge the god of death?

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

A grieving man turns to recreational substances to cope with the loss of his love. On the day their wedding is supposed to take place, the man spirals into desperation to see his fiancé one last time. Submission for YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest

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.

On the very outskirts of the town, there is an old and tall building. It is high enough that it reaches the sky itself. At the very top, there is an apartment. It has been years since anyone has gone in or out. It has become a subject of legends and rumors among the residents. Just what or wh...

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...

She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

The feeling has no name. It reaches out to anyone who has lost someone, parting the close and empty dark—a hand on their shoulder, a whisper in their ear, and that’s how they know that they’re not alone anymore.