On Sunday September 9th at 2:00AM JST, a lonely boy leaped 150 feet and smashed into the ground. This is not his story.

It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.

Time is a twisted dimension, It is a hallucination. It exceeds the realm of imagination, And it causes destruction... In this world, Extroverts tend to be ruled by life, Eros. While, introverts are the opposite, Thanatos. But what about ambiverts?

According to the world, I was a hero. The eyes that met mine were filled with gratitude, like stars in the night sky, their brilliance reaching deep into the recesses of our souls. But with every act of kindness, a piece of me slipped away, like sand through an hourglass. It was a destiny etched ...

A spin-off based on the short story "An Invitation from Thanatos" with a unique take on how the two came to be. Was their meeting and ending pure coincidence? Or was there more than meets the eyes?

scrapped this idea

A short story about a dream made by a fourteen years old boy living on a small island. The dream he had is of an ordinary day. Then why. Why is it that wonderful to his eyes?

WARNING: themes of suicide and depictions of violence. Aurora and her husband live together in a most shaky marriage. Aurora struggles with mental illness, and her husband struggles with debt. He can no longer afford the resources needed to maintain her mental well being. Regardless, she promi...

A short story inspired by Lemon Demon's CrpytoSanta, a Christmas song about eldritch body horror, which I took to mind with a little twist.