Snippets

A fan fiction becomes an official sequel

There is a single blue rose

The bell rings, announcing the ruin of utopia.

A devil is needed. To eliminate the corrupt.

The paradox of a world where death has disappeared

Real estate mystery?

Happiness is not the purpose of life. It's just a tool for survival and reproduction.

Let's just send the brain.

History began when humans invented gods, and will end when humans become gods.

The Dark Forest

It is impossible for humanity to win this war. You are bugs!

Now then, who killed me? A few suspicious people come to mind.

My name is Gabriel Wells. I am a mystery writer, and a 'rookie' soul who has just recently died.

An invitation to unpretentious desires that cross between passionate longing and cold revenge—break what you cannot have, deceive what you cannot trust, and kill what you cannot save.

The son of a serial killer who became a Catholic priest - is he a monster like his father, or a victim of prejudice?

I was murdered seven times. One body, seven culprits, and seven mysteries.

Wounds, desires, and death

Here you are. I am with you, but you do not feel me.

I, who can't even remember my name, am the hope of mankind? A project to save the earth on the brink of extinction!

I never thought this happiness would last forever. But I never imagined an end like this.

So I'm a little bored. But if you tame me, my life will be as bright as if it were hit by sunlight.

A tenacious and intellectual revenge play of a man who remembers death

60 years after the reconstruction following human extinction, a mysterious email arrives from someone claiming to know the truth about the suddenly multiplying blue light plants

Please kill that child

The more a thing is used for a curse, the more beautiful it must be made

The other side of the earth where no one welcomes you, a crime scene where no one grieves

People who knew my story came to me for decades and offered words of comfort. They told me to take solace in the fact that you are still within the same universe.

For thirty-five years, I have been pressing books and wastepaper, becoming saturated with type, and I have become much like the books I have pressed with my own hands.

Don't trust anyone

The person you believe in is a psychopath

I didn't commit my first murder until I was 42. I am a lawyer and I killed my client.

Sweet scent of vanilla

Four knocks are appropriate for a first visit

A useless existence

In a small country village, a single letter spreads distrust and murder. The finger has already moved

No depth

Two souls thrown into a whirlpool of fate, warmly resonating across the boundary between life and death

Truth was not the victory of justice, but the pain that destroyed everything

The monster is not outside, but inside the house

Clear science in a complex world