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I'm just a nerd that thinks reading is one of the most wonderful things in this world. If my stories can resonate with people, I will be happy.
(she/her) Email: yodachipublishing@gmail.com
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Jun 08, 2025
Well, looks like our goddess Aqua—I mean, Akra—got her just desserts 😇
To:Mara
I hope your heart has been filled like theirs was 🥰
"I am weary" Me too, Henox. Me too.
Great start though 🥰
Jun 07, 2025
If she's as smart a half-elf as she actually is...
To:TheLeanna_M
All the magic in the world hasn't bought her more time to enjoy it and the love within it
Jun 05, 2025
I appreciate the buildup and the information we learn, but with each passing moment of memory, nostalgia, or emptiness, I begin dreading the resolution even more
To:kaenkoi
Depression and humidity, which you're managing to remind me of all too well 😭
Not anymore you stupidly endearing cryptic 😭
It's hard to determine where the line is between metaphor and reality here. You still managed to bring that dreariness in though 🫠
Curious where this is going to go
With all of this depression and sad realism I expect some more catharsis please. Pretty please?
Once you've finished this in its entirety, I'll give my full thoughts in a review. I will say though, this was a beautifully done chapter that really adds depth to Kohei. You manage to insert so much heart into this, just as much as you manage to take away in your soul-crushing work scenes.
I'm both anxious and curious to learn about what happened.
You've done a great job of making me want to stomp on Ogawa's foot 🙂
Damn stapler thief
Curious just how unreliable our narrator is, but it really adds to it I think, especially with the theme this story seems to be going for
I agree with Orionless though, the interaction with his mom feels absolutely genuine
Soulcrushing to heartfelt. Thank you. Needed this
I do feel called out for the Pocari though. How dare you, I am not old
Kaenkoi, are you okay? You know we can always talk, right? My DMs are always open
On another note, you managed to encapsulate soulcrushing monotony and resignation so well. It was absolutely poetic
