Nakamura Tisuky

Love... Oh, love... How far would you go for the one you love? In this story you will discover that love is not always as beautiful and colorful as they say...

Nakamura Tisuky

Mônica, Cebola, Magali and Cascão live together in a tiny apartment in downtown São Paulo. But one day, Cebola, tired of the lack of privacy and space, decides to enter him and his friends in a contest, whose prize is a house in the countryside of Minas Gerais. By an irony of fate, they win the house, but strange things happen there and they imagine they are not alone.

Circo Macabro é uma das minhas histórias favoritas Docônica (TMJ série 1, #80 e #81) No entanto, eu queria que fosse um pouco mais macabra e tivesse um pouco mais de circo :/ Resolvi então fazer uma reescrita do original, colocando mais romance no namoro dos dois, um pouquinho mais de tensão na história e (se tudo der certo) criar uma atmosfera sombria e de mistério. É uma homenagem acima de tudo E justiça ao DC, que não precisava ser comparado ao Cebola a cada duas falas, ou que podia ter mais personalidade do que "não gosto, porque é clichê"

Eliz de Liz

Te amavi, from the Latin "I loved you" uses a verb tense. But what is time? Time is a comfort for us to situate ourselves and give meaning to our lives and is nothing more than a vain attempt to hold in our hands all the memories we live. How long does it fit within the dimension of a memory we have? What is the ideal time for each event to occur in the life of a human being? Contra wasn't sure, but suddenly felt the need to find out.

Vatrushka

The years inevitably passed for the gang... And the beginning of adult life brings with it countless existential crises. Denise, now studying Journalism, seeks to rewrite and understand her own narrative. Maybe she doesn't want to remain just a secondary character. Perhaps, she is no longer so willing to accept this label. And that's how she rebelled. And this is her story.

M F Morningstar

His eyes still linger in my memories, brown and familiar. A month after the costume ball and I still remember you, Ghost Watcher, as if it hadn't been days and especially as if I'd known you a lifetime. As the days passed, I found that no matter how much time passed, what I had felt had become eternal. You won me over as quickly as you left and the only thing left for me to do is hope you return sometime, not just for a night, not just for a day. I confess that after a while, my hopes of seeing you were fading, but deep down, I hoped that I could see you again. And I truly thought I would never see you again, but one fine day you returned and with that everything I had felt that night hits me like a devastating wave. I had fallen in love with a ghost, but not just any ghost, but the Watching Ghost. I promised myself I'd find out who the real Watchful Ghost is behind the mask and that's what I'm going to do. Get ready, dear Ghost Watcher, for I won't give up until I get what I want.