Based on a made-up story: a short story collection.

Everyone gathered in the Ritual Hall to welcome the Master from his Solitude. Each year, mid-winter he withdrew from the worldly affairs,...

I run towards the light. Faster, up the hill, towards the horizon. We've been in the dark for so long, my cells scream for it. Up and up...

And the dead walked amongst us. But who was alive and who was dead?

She is a guest in this house. When she is here my eyes turn green and I feel I know who I am. People admire my beauty and the...

“Whether you like it or not, I'm going!” she said, zipping up her suitcase with determination, a guilty shadow on her face. He answered...

On a crocodile's smile he meditated. It wasn't exactly a koan but he had lost his book on koans on his way here without having opened it....

Throw the stone, why don't you. There's a pile there already waiting to be forgiven. From the depths you've cried, cutting through. But...

There was a time when it could've happened. Their eyes locked, they knew that that time was so long ago that it could've been in the...

I had to stand still so the world could catch up with me, washing its shores in my memories.

From behind he could almost be recognised, but the moment he turned towards you, you no longer knew his name. It was unfortunate for him...