I don't really post oneshots here all too much anymore, but I wanted to share a thought I had whilst taking a break from novel writing. Please enjoy my stream of cons...

Unaware of our fate, we wander the world hoping to one day find our calling...our purpose. We cling to idols and gods for guidance under a moonlit road, only to end up realizing we have been bound to this distant thing all along. Writhe in your own ignorance, for the world is truly the egg from w...

Have you ever met a ghost? What is a ghost anyway? This is a story about various people that meets them. They're not a ghost to be precise, but those who still lingers in this world with an attachment to this world, to this certain airport. Trapped between the afterlife and the mortal world, will...

A short story I wrote on this exact day 4 years ago.

This is a short story in the style of a fairy tale.

The story follows Robert Rosford, a madman who feels like he has lost everything. He made a choice and was a drunkard. He gets news that a funeral is happening for someone he knows, and a lady dressed in black won't stop pestering him to go.

In the fading light of a quiet evening, Édouard wakes up in a room he no longer recognizes. When an old rotary phone begins to ring, the voice on the other end knows far too much — about his life, his loves, and the cracks in his memory. Farewell to Myself is a gentle, haunting short story about...

A lone woman comes face-to-face with someone she thought was a fairytale in the heart of the holiday season. In front of the Christmas tree he sings his song of Eros, and The Endless Night. While their time together is short, even a precious few minutes may prove to be among the most impo...

In a world where words are deleted from your brain, Azkabab might be the most meaningful word of them all.