"Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world." ― Alice Hoffman ~~ Chou Tsushima is an investigative reporter with excellent training, intense curiosity, and a past that conflicts her. A tip about a prototype hospital for the criminally insane leads her to check herself into the prison to learn more about what happens inside its stone walls and speak with the people that live there. When she meets the seven people inside the prison, however, her life and the lives of those boys will never be the same. ~ Original fiction version available for reading, titled "The Burning of the Palace at Versailles". ~ [Open fanfic inspired by the BTS Music Video Storyline. This includes the videos: "I Need U" (Ver. 1, 2, & the Japanese Version), "HYYH On Stage: Prologue", "Run" (Original and Japanese Version), "Young Forever," the Wings short films "Begin", "Lie", "Stigma", "First Love", "Reflection", "Mama," and "Awake". While this is an open fanfic that does not require you to have watched these videos, you might find a few references if you have watched them.] ~ Rated Mature for sensitive themes.

"Its an emergency." "Is your hair stuck in your onsie again?" "...yes." [Dialogue story]

A short story of one's journey through the waves, the stages, the days, the pain, the sadness.

A suicide note is so cliché, and you know how un-cliché I am. Anyway, I wanted to make sure you're okay whilst I'm gone. Don't try and follow me into the after-life or I'll beat your ass. Love, Taehyung

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

If you like fanfics that make you laugh, you will hate this one.

Death should be calm, death should be peaceful, death should happen when you're old, but death doesn't ask for an age and death doesn't care who you are. Marley learns this life lesson when spectating a hockey match literally knocks her out. She races away from her fears and discovers the only person who can see her is Trent. Scared of going home, Marley attaches herself to Trent. The only thing that'll rid Trent of Marley is answers. Is she dead, is she in limbo and what happens next? While scouting for answers and discovering her new ghost abilities, the pair find themselves in an otherworldly relationship. Things become complicated when Marley's memory and ghost fade. The expression six feet under just gave her a reality check.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."