Piyongi

Can a glass separate two people who at least have never met? [O1/O2]

Piyongi

It was all very new to me. Hardly had I gotten used to believing that my mother had run off with someone else, my father fell into depression and ran away. And to top it off, my dog Love had run away. Yes, so what? I had a dog named Love. As if that wasn't enough, I had to travel from Kanagawa to Tokyo. Because? I tell you why. My sister's job, for now our only livelihood. At least until I got embarrassed and looked for a part-time job. It was our only livelihood

Kamui Nishimura

Small daily stories about love in small gestures. Because love doesn't need anything grand to be beautiful. —Microstories for the Flufftober 2023 challenge (Fanfics)-

Kamui Nishimura

I had no hope anymore. She wanted to give up on everything and everyone, she only trusted in the sky, in the great firmament. Until he appeared. Picking up the shards of your soul, and ending the emptiness, bringing colors where there was only darkness.

KaguraWay

A youkai, taking the form of a beautiful woman, sings to attract men during blizzards in the forest, who end up lost, frozen to death by the snow. A boy having fun for the first time with his friends in the snow in this forest, listens to the youkai's melody and disappears for a few hours, being found in a hollow tree trunk curled up while sleeping, with no signs of hypothermia , with only a memory of what happened... "The mysterious figure approaches me and her hand touches my face. She is cold as snow, but her affection warms me. I don't I feel colder, I've lost myself, and I don't know if I want to go back now that he's close to me, like I've found my soul mate." Years later, now an adult, Reita is attending college in Tokyo, and nightmares about what happened when he disappeared into the forest in the snow as a child begin to plague him. So, at Christmas time, he goes back to that forest to discover if they are dreams or a forgotten memory. A Christmas tale based on a song about snow.

Bel Yutaka

- If I don't come back, I would like my ashes to be thrown in this field of sunflowers. Would you do this for me, Suzuki-san? — If you came back, would you marry me? — That's a pinky promise! It was summer when my sun went out, without you around, winter would never go away.