When I look into the mirror

It is me, I guess

A girl looking back

Who is drowning in the mess

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When I look into the mirror

I smile big

Because if I don’t

I can never win this

An early childhood friendship ended too short. Hikaru Akai now finds herself trying to remember what happened 10 years ago. And figure out who this ghost is that's following her around.

A kobold, space marine and steampunk pirate walks into a bar...

Bartholomew "Bart" Thatcher's tavern has survived five years of interdimensional war when buildings twice its size were reduced to rubble. The clock keeps perfect time, the drinks still bstilpatron's throats, and "last call" remains a negotiable concept.

When three battle-worn soldiers from opposing factions arrive one night (a fire-breathing kobold, a space marine and a steampunk privateer), they bring news that make Bart reconsider closing for the night.

Not that anything matter much when reality itself is tearing apart at the seams.

As Bart serves drinks to former enemies, their shared stories reveal the cosmic joke of their five-year conflict. But when they step outside to a world where nothing worth fighting for remains, only one question lingers:

Who won?

Does it even matter?

A slice-of-life tale set in a bar at the end of everything, where the drinks are strong, the company is strange, and the counter is always clean. Clean-adjacent. Not dirty.

Last Day of Millbrook - A Fantasy Horror Short Story

[CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, horror elements, and scenes of family tragedy]

When Millbrook's walls are breached before dawn, baker's assistant Ren finds himself thrust into a nightmare. Monstrous creatures with exposed flesh and inhuman speed tear through the town, turning the morning into a desperate fight for survival.

Saved by Willem, a stoic farmer wielding a blood-soaked axe with terrifying precision, Ren is pulled into a harrowing journey through burning streets and fields of slaughter. But Willem's grim determination hides a devastating truth—one that will force Ren to make an impossible choice in the ruins of everything he once knew.

"Last Day of Millbrook" is a visceral tale of sacrifice, primal fear, and the lengths one man will go to ensure a message reaches those who can fight back. In a world where ancient horrors emerge from the shadows, sometimes survival comes at the highest cost.

*"The axe fell, as did a tear from Ren's eyes."*

There are moments I’ve dealt with silence that feels louder than sound. It’s like rooms that are full but feel empty and thoughts that echo greater than voices. This piece explores what it’s like to live in that stillness—to question the cost of staying silent, and to wonder if breaking that silence might finally set something free.

As I navigate the noise of the world, I sometimes wonder if my efforts to help others or find purpose are truly making a difference. It wasn’t until I embraced the need to care for myself that I realized the importance of pausing—of taking a step back to reflect, reset, and allow peace to seep in.

Have you ever felt like your best wasn’t good enough? Or felt the weight of the world was on your shoulders?

This writing piece captures those emotions, but also the glimmer of hope amidst these thoughts.

Chaithra and her friends sneak into a haunted house at 2:00 AM, where eerie events unfold. She is teleported to a dark hallway, chased by a living scarecrow, and surrounded by bloodstained messages. Reuniting with her friends, they witness a ghost capturing Nethra and turning her into someone unrecognizable.

Under the shade of a blooming cherry blossom tree, Lila sits with Momo, a mysterious white rabbit who gifts her a bouquet of glowing wildflowers. As she takes them, the world around her awakens with magic—fireflies with crystalline wings dance, the wind hums with forgotten melodies, and memories of childhood dreams return. In this enchanting tale of wonder and nostalgia, Lila rediscovers the magic she once lost, guided by a small guardian who never forgot.

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Lumi has always been different—her eyes shimmer like rippling water, shifting shades of green and gold, and animals seem to understand her in ways no one else can. But when she rescues an unusual frog from a storm, strange visions begin to haunt her dreams. A woman with eyes like hers calls out from beneath a moonlit lake, whispering secrets of a lost lineage and a forgotten past.

As Lumi unravels the mystery of her origins, she discovers a truth more magical—and more dangerous—than she ever imagined. Hunted by shadows from a world she never knew existed, she must embrace the power within her before it's too late.

But will she be strong enough to stand against the forces that once destroyed her people?

A beautifully melancholic tale of self-discovery, ancient magic, and the bond between girl and creature, The Girl with Frog Eyeswill enchant readers who love mystery, folklore, and a touch of the extraordinary.

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As the chalk was used to write on the board, dusts fall off and taken by the wind.

Much like the fleeting time of life and encounters.

A STORY OF THREE