The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

Everyone with the privilege of aging shall eventually have to deal with the consequences of time. He is one of the un/lucky few.

"Please don’t leave." "If you leave, I’d be so lonely." I felt as if a surge of water rushed in, filling my nostrils, mouth and lungs, preventing me from continuing with this. "What are you searching for?" ... August 15th. On this hot muggy day, a young man joins hand with his Thanatos, e...

It isn’t easy being the God of Death, misunderstood and condemned by the very beings you’ve sworn to save from the tragedies of life. But maybe death isn’t the only way; you just need to find the hope beyond the night…

A French studies sophomore, Kadomori Ayato has become overwhelmed by the thought of his (one-sided) love, Tenkomori Sharaichi, has something more than friendship with his friend, Arata Shin.

Kagura Barusu, an ordinary high school student, is on his way home from the convenience store when he finds himself transported to the past. As he's lost and confused in a new environment where he doesn't even know left from right, he looks in the mirror only to face a shocking revelation. He is ...

A boy who suffered from depression and was saved by his girl.

There is always some sort of desire that keeps people moving forward. Some people are too blind to see it; and others are often entranced by its delightful delusion. The desire to go somewhere not here; can always be found in every piece of literature. What kind of story is written without going ...

Because of Elisa's sudden loss of communication with her boyfriend, Francis. She was forced go to Manila to look for it, but in her search for him, the course of her life would change with a man who would take possession of her whole life. Will Elisa still be able to leave the side of a Mafi...

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...