Mementomori Stories

Its roughly the early 2000's. And Ishikawa Asano is roughly right around 20 and doing frequent detective work when and were she can; thanks to her ability "Memento Mori". She's self employed but one day she picked up a case, and along came three strangers with much more opportunity than she expected. This is essentially a slow-burn ship fic for my character Ishikawa Asano and Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs. The only character that belongs to me in this fic is Ishikawa :)

A terminally ill wife and her husband race across the globe, retracing Nicolas Flamel's lost footsteps in a desperate bid to forge the Philosopher's Stone and steal back time. Along the way they encounter two dangerous strangers.. the disarmingly charming antiquarian Nathan Voss and the haunted teen alchemist Avery Silver, whose fractured mind hides deadly secrets. As their marriage becomes the volatile crucible for an ancient ritual, trust fractures and hidden betrayals emerge.. revealing that some prices for immortality are paid in blood and souls. A taut, intimate alchemical thriller where nothing is as it seems and time itself is the deadliest hunter

Flossie Belfire starts a YouTube channel with her two friends, Mark and Ethan, to signify how nothing lasts forever. Including everything that gave her joy.

╰┈➤ In which Sakusa DMs a random number for fun. Sakusa: That you're looking for a boyfriend~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Sakusa: I see that 👀 Sakusa: gimme time.. you know I'm gonna be there 🤙 Random number: oh my >~< do I uhh know ya? 'boyfriend'(?) 彡 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐂 (SAKUATSU) Status: Ongoing Started: 07. 02. 22 Ended: -

Click clack... Unus' shoes tap across the floor as he paces. He was deep in thought and in a bit of a panic. He looked up at the countdown towering above him. Its ticks were deafening. He couldn't do it... (Cover art is not mine) Started on Nov. 20 {Nov. 21} #245 - crankgameplays

"What if Basil's life is about to fall apart instead of Sunny? What if Basil can't move on from his grandma's death? What if Basil's headspace is something different than Sunny's? And what if Mari's life ends up in a miracle instead of a dying fate?"

Levi, someone who's always felt worthless his whole life, was determined to die that night, but Seth, a seemingly psychopathic billionaire, was more determined to take him home...to live with him for fifty days with everything anyone can ever dream of. But there's always a catch in something good. ******** "Live with me for fifty days, Levi. You can put off your death for fifty more days, live in this huge mansion with everything you can ever dream of however you want to. You can continue living your damned life or continue ending your damned life afterward; I won't care. Either way, you'll die at the end. Isn't that what you wanted?" He could hear her from last night. Her voice, serene, convincing, and promising, ringing in his head like church bells again, obnoxiously truthful and tempting. Then he thought, what is heaven before hell? "If you're doing this to change my mind about dying during those fifty days, don't waste your time. Nothing's ever going to change my mind." He spoke in fake bravery. She looked amused, the ends of her lips curving upward. "Don't worry. I don't plan on changing my mind either." That seemed like a relief, but something inside of him doesn't feel like it. "What do I have to do during those fifty days?" because there's always a catch in something good. "Oh, not much, but we can do everything. And we'll start with stealing a car." ******** HERR DANIEL. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ******** a story made by my lack of purpose and boredom. photo references: book cover: https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/06/05/23/34F3A89B00000578-0-image-m-4_1465165362131.jpg divider: https://images.genius.com/daf4a7aa5743cfe9ec3d2682b6bab4fd.1000x1000x1.jpg

This Is a short story/kind of fan fiction i guess, about two boys Unus and Annus. I wrote this for the Unus Annus subreddit, but I figured why not post it here too? So I am. Hope you all enjoy!

Wow poetry very cool. So deep. Anyways have a slice of my indecisiveness it's not an identity crisis I promise. It's also not what I usually post but you will see that I do not care once you read it.

Was bedeutet die Vergänglichkeit für uns? Und welchen Zweck kann sie für uns haben, wenn wir uns ihrer bewusst werden?

A collection of Poems by your very own in an expression of grace and pain and a journey of lost souls...

It's a time where the world has fallen into chaos. Everyone is at each others throats and constantly on edge. Clay has to protect his family at any costs, even if that means killing people in the process. However, he's run into an issue. He's met someone and for the first time ever, he's unsure if he'll be able to kill them. TW: gore/violence dark themes implied SA

Note: This essay is not new. I wrote this essay and published it on Deviantart exactly one year ago. This essay is about one of my favorite channels called, "Unus Annus", which sadly died three years ago. My sister helped with editing it to fix some grammar errors to have it be a bit more readable.

Some people die long before the funeral. They still breathe. Still work. Still talk. Still scroll. Still complain. But internally? Gone. Be Careful... That's a Dead Body is a raw psychological warning told through the eyes of a cemetery watcher who spends his nights surrounded by graves and realizes something disturbing: the people underground aren't the only dead ones. Blending harsh self-awareness, stoic philosophy, cinematic storytelling, and brutally honest observations about modern life, this book explores: stagnation excuses comfort addiction wasted potential toxic environments emotional decay and the silent death of ambition This is not a motivational book. It is a warning for people who still feel something alive inside themselves. Because dead bodies travel in groups. And if you stand around them too long... eventually your spirit starts rotting too. Stay alive. - Booker T. Jones III

An online book of my Poems of the Macabre.

It's been a year. The journey has ended. It's time to say the last goodbye.

A short story written for a fiction class that I would like to share with others. Dislike it, appreciate it, it is here to be read. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.

in which life goes on, but she does not. © sxrcastic 2018 MMXVIII

A lore ending for Unus Annus because I crave closure

A short Story. A man and women, a couple just from their hnoeymoon in Italy, find themselves in a strange place. They are trapped there and forced to play a game. Dark secrets will be revealed and the couple will never know what happened.