Published December 31, 2016 by

How I was Murdered by a Fox Monster Chapter 8


Summary: They say life flashes before you in that moment before death. I could see it all reflected in the blade. I was standing under the cherry blossoms at my school entrance ceremony, eating cake at my sister's wedding, standing outside praying the monster wouldn't come tonight. I might not be dead yet but I can see what's coming, this is the story of how I was murdered by a fox monster!

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Chapter 8



As it turned out, becoming an exorcist wasn't as exciting as I expected. Akito said that I was nowhere near ready to face a real Obake, so I had to spend some time studying about different monsters and learning simple skills.


On the first day Akito took me on a field trip to the museum. The aim was to rock my world and show me everything I'd ever known was a lie. Those were his words, not mine.


“Obake have existed since ancient times, and have since spread to all corners of the globe. They take on animal form and hide themselves within nature, feeding on human kind wherever they may go,” he said as we walked through the ancient history room. “But if you look closely, there's much historical evidence of their existence which has been overlooked for centuries,” he pointed to a picture of an ancient cave paining. “Take this picture for example.”

“Cave drawings?” I questioned.

“This is more than just an ordinary cave painting. This picture depicts large cat Obake in their transformed state. The men you see on the left are some of the first exorcists attempting to destroy them with the use of primitive anti-Obake weapons.”

“Really?” I asked while squinting at the picture. To me it just looked like a bunch of men hunting deers with spears.

“And this one,” he indicated to a small stone statue behind a glass case.

“An Aztec goddess of oceans, rivers, birth, and the patron of women in labor, ” I said while reading the small name plate below it.

“No, an Obake,” Akito replied.

“And this Australian Aboriginal painting?” I asked.

“Clearly an early record of an Obake infestation.”

Akito then proceeded to lead me around the room criticizing half the artifacts and how humanity had misinterpreted them. After an hour I finally began to catch on to what he was talking about.

“I get it now! So this stuffed wombat is also an Obake,” I said. “I always thought these guys were weird.”

“No, that's just a wombat Daisuke.”

  The museum attendant followed us everywhere we went. Staring at Akito oddly like he was crazy. It made me realize why the man at reception gritted his teeth as soon as we entered the foyer.


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Published December 31, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 16




Summary: Ethan is a soul doomed to spend eternity as a slave in Hell for reasons he can't remember. After centuries of torment he finally snaps and goes on the run from those who enslaved him. Can he escape and become more than a regular soul, or is he doomed to spend an eternity in The Underworld? 

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I watched the world fly past as I plummeted backwards towards the ground. The open window moved further and further beyond my outstretched hands, then I smashed against the hard gravel. My ghostly body slid and rolled twice, before I came to a complete stop in the field outside the factory.

I remained there on my back. Blankly staring up at the opaque orange sky, as my mind tried to understand what happened. One moment I was telling Foreman to go screw himself, and then I was staring up at the sun.

But I didn't have long to appreciate the scenery before Foreman made his next move.

"Look everyone!" Foreman yelled in fake surprise while leaning out the window. "Looks like someone's trying to do a runner!"

Of course it was a lie, but I didn't hear a single soul raise their voice to oppose him.

"Oh no, Foreman!" Big Guy joined in despite his shitty acting. "You better go do something about that before he gets away."

"By Hades, you're right my friend! I better go grab him before it's too late!" And with those words, Foreman jumped from the window and gracefully landed on the ground before me.

I didn't know what they were up to, but I knew that it couldn't be good. I quickly pulled myself to my feet and cautiously backed away, until I bumped into something blocking my escape. I glanced over my shoulder to discover the reason behind their ridiculous acting.

Behind me stood Master Malcolm.

He was accompanied by his younger brother David and several souls dragging large crates of cotton. Malcolm blinked in surprise, and looked down at me like he couldn't understand why I was there instead of making him money.

I was shocked at first, but then I suddenly saw my only opportunity to get rid of Foreman and his terrible friends. Out of those three brothers, Malcolm seemed to be the most reasonable and sane. I thought that he'd listen and take my side just like my old master Alistair had.

"Please!" I begged. I fell to my knees and desperately clung to his jacket like a small child. "There's no way that I'd ever run away! He pushed me! Foreman pushed me! He's a terrible terrible person who takes breaks, insults you, and messes with us for fun. You have to help us! You have to get rid of him!"

I don't know what I thought would happen. Maybe I naively believed that he'd actually listen and send Foreman away. Perhaps I even had delusions of Malcolm caring enough to find a new Foreman who'd treat us kindly.

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Published December 26, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 15



Summary: Ethan is a soul doomed to spend eternity as a slave in Hell for reasons he can't remember. After centuries of torment he finally snaps and goes on the run from those who enslaved him. Can he escape and become more than a regular soul, or is he doomed to spend an eternity in The Underworld? 

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Anya was gone by the time Fredrick drunkenly stumbled back to his room. As soon as the souls released their grip, I dashed straight to where she was, but there was no sign of my friend. I could only hope that she found a safe place to hide.

I finally saw Anya when we resumed work the following morning. She was lifelessly slumped in her chair and threaded like someone centuries older. She flinched and leaned away whenever someone walked past, and I wondered if her jitterish behavior was caused by what happened the previous night.

I desperately wanted to rush to her side, but that bastard of a Foreman made it impossible to leave our seats once work began.

"Cotton?" asked one soul circling the factory with a straw basket full of rolls. I took one out of habit, but then saw an opportunity to escape my work station.

"Here, let me help you!" I jumped to my feet and snatched the basket from his arms. I then dashed down the isle of looms before he could grab it back. "Cotton, cotton, cotton." I virtually flung the rolls at the souls between Anya and myself. I stopped before my friend and handed her a roll as slowly as possible. "Anya, about last ni-"

"Forget it," she said without taking her eyes off the loom. "I don't want to talk about it."

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Published December 03, 2016 by

How I was Murdered by a Fox Monster Chapter 7



They say life flashes before you in that moment before death. I could see it all reflected in the blade. I was standing under the cherry blossoms at my school entrance ceremony, eating cake at my sister's wedding, standing outside praying the monster wouldn't come tonight. I might not be dead yet but I can see what's coming, this is the story of how I was murdered by a fox monster!

Go To Chapter: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24








Chapter 7

The place known as headquarters is a shinto shrine located on a mountain outside of town. It appeared to have been remodeled several times, and was a mix of an old Japanese house with modern extensions (such as a kitchen and bathroom) protruding out in all directions. There was a long verandah, a small Japanese garden, an archery range at the back, and another field which was used for training. There was also a large rock which I named the rock of death, but I'll tell you more about it later.


It wasn't far from the place where I watched them take down the raccoon. The path was littered with crumbling statues, and there was even a large worn out shrine gate.


I thought it was a cool location until I realized one painful thing. Stairs. My exasperated mind began to count them as we began the never ending assent.


One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four.


Souta (to my great dismay) walked beside me like he was floating on air.


"So who is this Akito guy?" I asked him.




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Published December 01, 2016 by

First review for "Khan and the Kingdom without Gods"

After months I finally got my first review for one of my latest stories. I was super worried because many people recently will just throw those one stars out there for the smallest things, so I'm super happy that this person gave me four stars. You can check out review below here.


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