A short story from Rachel from Fallow the Leader’s perspective.

I stood at the edge of life. Misery and fear filled my heart. One step to end it all. It was then I met a girl the same as me, but we could not hear each other. I wanted to talk. Therefore, I made a paper plane to carry and deliver my voice, and hers.

A story of a boy with his diary who had recently turned 18.

In the midst of a storm, she found her calm in the most unexpected embrace. Yuki finds herself standing on the edge, both literally and figuratively. As she contemplates her own existence and what lies beyond death, a mysterious man appears, drawing her into a world she never could have imagin...

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

When humans die, their souls can be collected either by the God of Death, Thanatos, or the Goddess of Life, Eros. The Judgement for this is as fair as life itself can be.

Phoebe had her novel draft rejected again by her editor, exhausted and losing hope in her dream, she goes to the rooftop of her apartment building to end her own suffering, only to find a beautiful man that resembles her novel’s main character. This is a spin-off short story submitted to the M...

I have only a chapter or two left to finish the novel I'm writing and that has given me a very bizarre compulsion not to finish it. So, instead I wrote about what an interesting day must look like for a Grim Reaper.