After so many years with someone, saying goodbye for indeterminate time can be an inexplicable pain to deal with and, for better or for worse, sometimes loneliness feels like a more terrifying outcome than death.

For the realm of mortals, nothing is actually as it seems.

The day has come, the building shall be open to all! An architect finalizes his work, as his lover sings her final song.

Living amongst humans is such a drag, at least that's what Thanatos feels. Why do people put up with so much of this noise and cruelty? As the god of death he can offer an alternative. That is until he meets Eros and she offers him a new point of view.

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.

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, ...

Amidst a strange supernatural phenomenon, an overworked editor has a chance encounter with someone he never thought he'd see again.

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

I'm always with you. Maybe in the back of your mind, or just outside your window. No matter where you go I'll be there waiting. I'm your friend after all.

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.