A cure for Cancer
by Derp_0711
A guy with a cure. And the reason why it doesent exist.
Toonmates in a Toonworld
by DeandreTheSly1
What do you get when you have a lazy chaotic alien neko and a kind hitwoman neko under the same roof in? Find out for your yourself.
SOAPY WATER: "Among the weeping towers"
by Watery_Soap
Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 7, chapter 15: "The music bleeds from someone’s window and it plays among the weeping towers, to brush in quiet tones against the stop, cast in choking green from plant-consumed lights, harbouring the boy who slouches under its parting from the rain."
JAMES!
by Brandon_wu_6345
A story about James, and the world around him. He just got out of the public bathroom. What will happen next?
The Grand Striking Sun
by Brandon_wu_6345
So long, farewell... my life has come to dawn. The mechas flew past me, with never-ending flames.
Progress by BlueEnigmaaa
by BlueEnigmaaa
Dr. Ethan Carter is a brilliant scientist on the brink of a groundbreaking discovery. But as he stands on the cusp of changing the world, he's faced with a heart-wrenching choice: continue his top-secret project, Chronos, or prioritize the love he's built with Anya. Torn between his lifelong ambition and the woman who has given his life meaning, Ethan must decide whether to pursue the impossible or cherish the possible. Will he choose the future, or the past?
SOAPY WATER: "Of red and its synonyms"
by Watery_Soap
Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 6, chapter 1: "They, who hear what a massacre should be, and then fling to their canvas wildly, blindly, mad and ruthless in their sibling shades, of red and its synonyms."
Thursday
by Klaus_Sabel
He wakes up in a perfectly sterile room, completely alone. His hands are unfamiliar to him, the skin is not his. Where is he? Who is he? And why does everything around him resemble a dream from which he cannot wake up...
Under the Knife and Starry Sky
by aghiii
A blade of vengeance cuts through the city’s shadows. Erika, a humanoid, hunts the three machines that murdered her creator, the Doctor. Her cold blue eyes burn with anger and sorrow. Yet at the end of her revenge, she finds not closure, but a new purpose—to carry forward the Doctor’s dream. Gazing at the starry sky, knife in hand, Erika wonders: What am I living for?