Circiatto from the Malebranche. A part in the story of the demons hell, those in charge of tar pits and sinners, the Malebranche.

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There are few things in the world that can unsettle Kali, a mundane boy with mundane qualities and a perhaps not so mundane, if a bit strange, life. Enter a vampire-san with morals, and a total lack of angsty past, not to mention a good cook of french cui

Digital Dreamer…the epic RPG game. Few know of it’s existence, and those who know of it speak only in hushed tones. It is also called the soul eater -the people who play fall in to a deep coma, never to awaken. That is the reality of the Digital Dream

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Trees. And stuff. I am such a city person.

I hate being sick.

Lines. Rewriting them.

In Nagasaki.

Sweet Hyne, bloody Hyne, oh how do I love thee? ...Sweet Hyne, bloody Hyne, come to me tonight

A road trip with no real destination but getting lost in the USA.

Confessions, I suppose, by a man who was never quite a child.

Because Jei watched me freak out for the 14th time trying to somehow write Keep Breathing again and horribly fail. To prove to him that I can TOO write a simple love story without any dead people in it. Well, maybe a few dead people.

Random works of song

Imagine a job, to tend to, to look after, and to amuse those who are not socially acceptable...and to preen them to be so. In Japanese society, some are molded as such, to a sublime standard tendered by one who cannot help but curse the world.

A sword to call the screaming blight, A pawn for the angels to incite, A siege from the demons to beware, A story to tell, a legend to share. Thus begins the story of the sword slinger Rhapsody, and the first story of the Stormtrigger Arc.

Split grinned Grave Robbers. A Mad Voudun Blasphemer with a obsession with books. The requisite cute little dead girl. Rai With insomnia. God I need a life.

The basics of horror.

No need to hurry to become the strong and the heartless.

Faith is the darkest emotion one can feel. It also happens to be one of the purest.

The story of how the not so all mighty Thor lost and recovered his hammer with a bit of help from Loki. There's much to be admired of a god willing to go in drag to get back his hammer.

Little snippets from the characters I play in a certain game. Ten points if you can guess which one it is. And yes, it's a vampire fic. I swear I'm not obsessed.

The Mad Prophet rambles. Can't you tell from the title? I suppose Kisano desribes him better; if you're curious read Kisano's first words. It truly isn't that long.

The sun set this time of year was rather nice when you could see it.

Random poetry. Cannot garantee any clarity... or meaning for that matter. I think I'm trying for a morbidly amused tone... Bah, no one reads poetry anyways.

A little like Stream, but more... prose centered, although hopefully not prosaic. A much darker as the title would suggest.

The stuff nightmares are made of.

Side stories of the Face Dancer characters

What can you do when you awake, and know that your life is simply miserable?

Don't ask. Not yet at least.

More meloncholy than actual angst.

A pre-shot to Sky Ocean, about a bird boy in a planet waiting to explode. On many occasions good intentions can't stop the worst of events from happening.

What can you count on, when you've gone past the point of being considered human?

Not an vampire fic, as many may chance to believe. It is never wise to base your opinions based on the surface of things, and Hiyula now know better than to trust. Only the Reaper knows how this will end.

A little feel of what it's like in my brain at times. Amusing if you like Iria craziness. And squids. With cheese.

On a tall dark hill sat the greatest of the gods, knowing that the end of his world was coming tomorrow.

Under the blazing suns of Tech-R, Jinn, Kiei, and Wolfgang struggle to survive in their work as Hunters. Survival is a full time occupation.

A side story of the Drive, but I put it up because I liked it. A little peek in to the messed up mind of one Baku Strife.

In the cool night there is nought to be seen, but for a pair of gleaming eyes feral keen, and in the dark night she fears none, the Ripper has come and Jack has won. The beginning of Jack the Ripper Arc.

No, it's not about god, I don't write about that sort of thing. Nothing really against it myself, it's simply not what I write. But they didn't have a Mental section, and I suppose this would have to do. A semi-autobio about my stay at a mental institutio

There is a certain HTML of the world that should not be messed with. When a certain young girl does, it is up to the Hackers to eliminate her.

Zell Licht has a monster in his head. Kali has inner and outer demons to deal with. A glimpse in to their lives as they find the road to hell is not as bad as it seems.

No one happens to be born evil. Something must happen for them to become evil. A short glimpse into the psyche of the Norse Goddess Hel.

Moira prowls the nightclubs as her life source until she finds an unexpected customer in an innocent teenager.

Nature is always destroyed for the convinience of mankind. Reincarnated as punishment from the Gods for bing careless of nature in another life, Sen Ritsu is haunted by the screams of nature.

I got tired of having to wade through the rubbish so here it is, in one lump.

The first chapter's an introduction to the story. Hmm.. I think the Demi's are pissed off at me. Anyways, the story's about three diffrent characters named Demi, who appear in all my other story arks.

Series of image poetry for various characters, mostly told from their point of view.

A bit depressing, but a look on how we idolize heroes.

A little introspect, and maybe a little satire on how a lot of people write by night.