Our boy was born as pure as a snowflake and as sweet as a spoonful of sugar. But sooner or…
The girl who wore the nameless color
“Last night was good. For a change I wasn’t running from someone from the Mirrorland.” She said “A funny looking…
The Kid With Fangs
Experiences tend to shape us into what we are. Some end up like a dented tin can desperately waiting to…
Creator’s Syndrome
The boy was so used to playing God, that the thought of being played did a number on his mind…
Oblivion Crest
Umibozu, also known as the priest of seas from the Japanese folklore is considered to be a gigantic head that…
For old time’s sake
Today is gramp’s birthday. And I know just what to give him. He’s old school. When you look at him,…
The gunpowder offspring
In a third world like this, being born to the rich or poor did not matter for the boy. The…
The one who was and the one who wasn’t.
She held both of them in her arms, the radiance of the offsprings outshone the sun. Both of them bound…
A little something about this site and myself.
(“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” – Leonardo da Vinci) Not always true. There once dwelt a thought in a silly…
Stories for the chosen ones 