Cranium Stories

In the heart of Bangkok's fine-dining world, Busaya Methin is a force-ruthlessly precise, fiercely respected, and charged with protecting the legacy of a two-time Michelin-starred restaurant. She has no time for mistakes, distractions, or loud-mouthed celebrity chefs with too many opinions and far too much charm. Enter Phinya Thananont-James Beard Award winner, media darling, and the newest head chef handpicked to lead the kitchen. She's back in Thailand for reasons she won't say, and she's here to cook like she owns the place. They clash where it matters most: the kitchen, where every detail is war and every service a battlefield. But salt, after all, is a matter of taste-and so is love.

In the aftermath of a fractured republic, the United States lies in ruin. The Great Depression of the 1860s-sparked by a collapsed treasury, railroad monopolies, and an uncentralized government-shattered the nation into scattered autonomous zones, each ruled by its own code or lack thereof. What was once a republic became a graveyard of promises. Lawmen became mercenaries. Towns became fortresses. And the wide open frontier? A crucible for the wicked. Morningstar follows the journey of the Kid, a nameless youth shaped by hunger, theft, and the hard steel of survival. Wandering the dust plains of America, h As he crosses paths with an enigmatic figure known only as Hachizen-a scarred man of war and riddles, carrying stories older than the land itself. Together, they traverse the ash-colored wastes, confronting gangs, warlords, and the ghosts of a nation that once dreamed of unity. But in a land governed by rot and ruin, the question remains: Can something pure survive, or must it burn to be reborn? #15 in depth (2025/5/2)

In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and endless waves, Freen and Becky find their paths crossing in the most unexpected way. Freen, a reserved textile artist haunted by self-doubt, returns to her childhood home to mend her fractured relationship with her estranged family. She spends her days weaving intricate tapestries inspired by the night sky, quietly pouring her emotions into her art. Enter Becky, a spirited astronomer and amateur stargazer whose ambitious mission is to establish a local observatory for her community. She's full of fire, laughter, and an unstoppable drive, but beneath her bright exterior lies a fear of losing her sense of belonging. One fateful evening, Becky and Freen meet under an unusual meteor shower while seeking solace at the same isolated cliffside. Their connection is instant but mysterious. Becky offers Freen the courage to explore her dreams beyond her threads, while Freen teaches Becky the beauty in stillness and introspection. Their bond deepens as Becky's observatory project intertwines with Freen's art, symbolizing a bridge between dreams and reality. But as the story unfolds, Freen's unresolved family tensions and Becky's uncertain career trajectory threaten their growing relationship. Can the two of them hold on to the love they've found, or will life's forces pull them apart like unraveling threads?

The rhythmic thud of pads and the sharp snap of kicks echoed through the humid gym air. Rebecca "The Rocket" Armstrong focused on her shin guards, familiar armor for the dance of eight limbs. Across the matted floor, Freen "The Fury" Sarocha moved with a fluid power that spoke of countless hours honing her devastating strikes. Their rivalry in the kickboxing circuit was legendary, Becky's lightning-fast combinations against Freen's bone-jarring power kicks. Their press conferences were battlegrounds of witty (and sometimes barbed) remarks. Becky recalled a particularly tense staredown after a weigh-in, the air thick with mutual challenge. But lately, a subtle shift had occurred. A lingering glance during training at a shared facility, a flicker of something unexpected beneath the competitive fire. As they both geared up for their next pivotal matches, unknowingly on a collision course, neither Rebecca nor Freen anticipated that their fiercest fight wouldn't be for championship glory, but for a surprising connection blooming amidst the sweats and strikes!

(One Shot) Years after their heartbreaking separation, a chance encounter brings veterinarian Phin and award-winning actress Bua back into eachother's orbit. Old wounds linger, but so does the love neither of them ever truly let go. On a quiet birthday evening in Chiang Mai, they find themselvesfacing the past-and daring to imagine a second chance.

A deep-sea diver discovers a colossal skull carved into an ocean cliff and dares to enter its gaping mouth, only to realize too late that the rock itself is a living, ancient predator.

(ONE SHOT) Bua is running-from enemies, from the shadow of her father's empire. Survival means staying unseen, but the bruises she carries make hiding harder. Her refuge comes in an unlikely place: a quiet bar tucked into a narrow Bangkok alley, owned by Phin, a weary ex-cop who once swore she'd left danger behind. What begins as shelter turns into something neither expected-raw, burning intimacy in the small hours, a fragile trust forged in whispers and heat. But the past never stays buried. When it comes knocking, both women must decide if escape means running alone... or together.

The air in the Chankimha estate hummed with the polite anticipation of a long-standing friendship blossoming into family. Mr. Chankimha and Mr. Armstrong exchanged satisfied nods, envisioning a harmonious future for their daughters. Becky Armstrong offered a gentle smile, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she sat beside her parents. Across from her, Freen Sarocha Chankimha maintained her composed demeanor, a subtle whirring of logical gears turning within. "We believe a marriage between Freen and Becky would be a most... harmonious arrangement," Mr. Chankimha stated, his voice was warm. Freen, after a deliberate pause, countered, "While I acknowledge the logical benefits of familial compatibility, the variable of romantic affection remains unquantified." Her gaze turned to her parents. "Therefore, I propose a Phase One: Pre-Nuptial Romantic Involvement Protocol. A period of strategically designed interactions to assess our romantic compatibility." A beat of surprised silence followed. Becky, however, leaned forward, intrigued. "So, Freen... you want to study me... romantically?" Freen's analytical gaze met Becky's. "In essence, yes. To gather sufficient data for a successful and affectionate marital bond." And so began Freen Sarocha Chankimha's logical pursuit of romance, a pre-nuptial study that promised to be anything but predictable, as she embarked on her quest to find the algorithm of affection with the captivatingly unpredictable Becky Armstrong.

Join Spyra on a journey to Cariboo Island, where (almost) anything can happen!) Those four wacky craniacs called upon Spyra and her Cartoon Heroes to hunt for a treasure everybody has been talking about. Most have had fun telling their own stories about Cariboo Island, and the grandest one yet is going to be brought to you! Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. © 2023 BrainSpyro Industries Corp/Zecode Entertainment. All rights reserved.

It would seem I had the mission of my life: my Cartoon Heroes and I rescue some outer-space friends of mine from a tour bus crash. And those kooky, adorable, outrageously intelligent celebreties are none other than Cranium's four mascots: Creative Cat, Data Head, Star Preformer, and Word Worm! Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. (In honor of Cranium's 25th anniversary, and in memory of Richard Tait)

Este fanfic nos sumerge en un reencuentro cargado de emociones entre Freen Sarocha y Becky Armstrong, marcado por la distancia, el deseo y todo lo que no pudo decirse a tiempo. En medio del brillo de alfombras rojas, galas internacionales y la constante mirada del público, ambas deben enfrentar no solo sus sentimientos, sino también el peso de ser figuras públicas. La historia avanza entre miradas que dicen más que mil palabras, decisiones difíciles y una pasión que se niega a apagarse. Un relato intenso, romántico y valiente sobre lo que significa amar en silencio...y decidir si vale la pena hacerlo en voz alta.

Questions and aspirations of a young boy

Fat ass forehead plunders the city with his forehead sun beam

The roar of the Bangkok crowd was a physical thing, a wave of sound that both energized and threatened to swallow Becky whole. Tonight, under the glare of the spotlights, she was the candidate - poised, articulate, the picture of a woman in control. But beneath the carefully applied makeup and the practiced smile, a different kind of tremor ran through her. Nop stood beside her, his hand a reassuring weight on her lower back for the cameras, for the voters, for her mother watching from some gilded living room. He played the part of the supportive husband flawlessly. Yet, his touch felt like a familiar, well-worn script, devoid of the spark that Becky increasingly yearned for. Her gaze flickered across the sea of faces, searching for a familiar anchor in the storm of the campaign. Jade, her rock, her best friend, stood just offstage, her expression a mixture of encouragement and sharp focus. They had navigated countless late nights and strategic meetings together, their bond forged in shared ambition. But lately, a different presence had begun to occupy Becky's thoughts, a quiet intensity that had slipped in like a shadow and now felt like a constant hum beneath her skin. A name, initially just a professional title, now echoed with a different kind of resonance: Chankimha. Tonight, the weight of expectation pressed down on Becky. The weight of a life chosen for her, a role she was expected to play. But somewhere, deep inside, a different script was beginning to write itself, one filled with unexpected turns and the undeniable pull of a heart yearning for something real, something unscripted.

It's about a witch that has stalked a town for many years and a girl figures it out

The humid Bangkok night clung to the city like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, within the comforting walls of their apartment, a different kind of intimacy unfolded. Two souls, Freen and Becky, their lives interwoven with threads of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unwavering affection, found solace in each other's presence. Their world, usually a harmonious blend of demanding careers and quiet moments, was on the cusp of an unforeseen shift, a subtle tremor beneath the surface of their peaceful existence, a ripple that would soon spread into a powerful current, pulling them into a fight they never anticipated. The unseen gears of fate were beginning to turn, their quiet love about to be tested by a force far greater than their individual ambitions.

For generations, the shifting blood had been a secret, a whisper in the shadowed corners of the world. Born under the crimson moon, they were the inheritors of an ancient magic, the ability to shed their human skin and walk in the guise of beasts. They lived among humans, their true nature masked by careful control and the constant fear of discovery. To reveal themselves was to invite persecution, to become a hunted anomaly in a world that prized the ordinary. Freen had known this truth since her first painful, exhilarating transformation under the age of ten. The world had fractured, bones contorting, senses exploding as she became something other, something wild. Her mother, her only guide, had taught her the delicate balance: how to shift with control, how to conceal the lingering scent of the wild, how to live a life half-hidden. "Trust no one with this truth," her mother had warned, her voice etched with the bitterness of past betrayals. "The world of humans fears what it does not understand. And fear breeds cruelty." Freen had heeded those words, building walls of careful neutrality around herself. Connection was a vulnerability she couldn't afford. The wildness within her was a volatile thing, a force that yearned for the open sky and the silent forests, a stark contrast to the constraints of human society. But the heart, untamed and unpredictable, sometimes defied even the most carefully constructed defenses. And in a bustling marketplace, amidst the mundane rhythm of human life, that carefully guarded heart had recognized a flicker of something... kindred. A spark in the eyes of a woman named Becky, a warmth that promised a light Freen had long denied herself. Little did Freen know that this spark would ignite a flame that would draw the attention of shadows far more dangerous than mere human prejudice. Shadows that had hunted her kind for centuries, led by a man who saw shape-shifters not as beings of magic, but as aberrations to be extinguished.