You've long learned that fighting back almost always makes a situation worse, so it's to no one's surprise when you follow the instructions to go into that strange apartment - together with your twin sister - and join the RFA. But what if living together with your other "you" , makes you actually want to fight for something for the very first time in your life? And what if that particular thing is the person that could be yours and everyone else's downfall?

Dan's life is a mess. He hates the college programs he's in, never sleeps, and has no friends. So when a glowing screen appears in front of him with text and flashing buttons he thinks he's gone crazy. The screen reads "NubeTube Story". Below is a single glimmering red button with a single word. "Start". "If this book gains enough traction, I will develop this as an actual video game!" - Katar (Hobbyist writer, illustrator, and game dev. )

«What would happen if you randomly started throwing letters on a sheet of paper? What would you do if these letters created a space from which you could never get out? What would you do to save yourself from the claws of the monster you have created because of your own recklessness and selfishness?»

"Downloading a messenger app leads chatting with hot guys?" Being a lover of otome games, she couldn't resist the urge to try it out. After weeks of playing and getting to know each of the different characters' personalities, something goes very wrong with the game! "Hello...? Can you type something?" Somehow the game was hacked and a glitch caused her to be sucked into the 2D world of Mystic Messenger! With her memories now completely on reset and her life turned into coded program, 707 and the other RFA members must find a way to bring back her memories and send her home by playing a whole new route. Mystic Messenger and its characters belong to cheritz Original MC fanart and story cover belongs to Khaizu RFA emoji edits belong to ladyarcane, foolishneko, and dr-sinnamon Legacy is mine tho lolol

Love & Monsters is a story I worked on when I took my first novel writing class at UCLA. Since I lost my sister to suicide, I've been fascinated with exploring mental illness and providing any insight I can to eradicate the stigma. Love & Monsters follows Heather Bateman, a girl who has suffered from schizophrenia all her life but has only recently been diagnosed. She tries to socially recover from a very public mental breakdown with the help of her best friend Wren and a strange new boy who calls himself Nex.

A bunch of little things that I write as I observe my surroundings. With my ears. With my eyes. As well as random ideas that sprout into my head. For future stories, perhaps. Cover creds: original picture - pixiv editing - @HirondelleMeirie (Thank you so much!)

"It seems to me that today was a lot hotter than yesterday, don't you think little brother? Just take a look at me: I'm so dehydrated and lifeless that all the other birds are ignoring me. I don't even know how I can still jump around like this, not to mention flying!" complained Chipper. "Come on, stop yammering! Let's be honest, it's not because of the heat that you feel the way you do, but you yourself! Don't you remember when we passed by a puddle and you didn't want to drink from it, citing a lot of crazy reasons such as not being thirsty, or whatever random animal drinking from it, or that a cow walked by it, or that you'll bloat and get fatter, and a bunch of other stupid reasons? Well, let's hear what else you gotta say now!" Chirp snapped.

A poem of summer. Written for @CRYSTALFUR_official 's little summer contest prompt. And winner of it, as well (with many thanks). (A/N: There should be a short story coming along with it, but that shall be soon.)

A random assortment of short stories. Various genres. Author's Note: If you have seen my short story collection, Impressions, on Textnovel, then you will see I've put some of them in this one too. Enjoy~ :)

When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contemplated writing what I really wanted to relay. My true thoughts. These meaningless feelings. Inhaling deeply, my hand quivered as I tried to control the strokes on the thin sheet of paper. "Please forget about this." I wrote, in minute handwriting. I then started to fold the paper up with my clumsy fingers. Over the reverse side I made a crease, over the inverse side I made a crease. I folded a corner, turned a flap inside out. I smoothed out the paper on the table, and finally dared to take a peek at what I had created. The end product I received was a horribly disfigured cherry blossom. Imperfect, ruined and ugly. Just like my imperfect, ruined, and ugly soul. -Cover background by Avwyn from Deviantart, all credit goes to the artist- -Cover edited by me-