stories and narrative

Darren, who is about to face the trial. If he fails — execution!

However, she ends up getting Hana kidnapped by men targeting what was kept in the safety deposit box. The kidnappers turned out to be detectives.

Come to think of it, I once had a tipsy old man sitting next to me on the train ask me to look at his haiku.

The whole time, what the old man had said kept buzzing in my head, like the wing-beat of flies circling a melon.

It was through a strange twist that I found out the truth — right when I was about to give up on the whole thing.

"Hey, whose kid are you?" What had been clinging to my leg was a tiny kitten — a fluffy, gray-striped cat.

Glaring resentfully at the bright-red letter — is this the infamous 'red paper' I've heard about?

I spread out a newspaper and draped it over my dead child.

I grit my teeth and force down the emotion that had risen to my throat.

Curious looks and gazes laced with a hint of murder — needless to say, this place couldn't have been more uncomfortable.

And what's more, that stuff on the bottom of the memo isn't a stain — it's... b-blood-sealed!?

The plan he desperately came up with was rejected, and the book he painstakingly wrote won't sell. Yamashita has hit a wall on all sides.

Miyoko had been carrying a one-sided love for a very long time. She must have been suffering greatly.

It's painful to see him in such a sorry state.

She still believes her son is alive.

If you want to hear a scary story, I'll tell you about a dream I had a few weeks ago.

"What's wrong?" the little white rabbit asked.

"I wonder what's going on inside the cave? I really want to know." "I have no idea."

"This is what I was looking for!" he shouted.

"I can't think with that noise," she said, staring at the typewriter.

His story was so absurd that no one believed it.

He took pity on me and helped me out.

He smirked at us.

At last dawn broke, and the long night ended.

With bright smiles, the two of them started walking toward a shining future.

The yakuza are putting Hiroshi through a trial.

The man I thought was the criminal had nothing to do with the case.

His voice is drowned out by the evil spirit's sudden roar.

Without being eaten, that octopus returned to the sea.

It's the classic horror formula: young men and women spend a night of terror in a remote Western-style mansion.