Stuart doesn't really know why he's going to college. He doesn't know why he's in the metamorphic-science program. In fact, he doesn't really know why he's doing *anything,* other than a vague sense of obligation and persistent existential angst. But when he and two of his classmates are caught in a freak lab accident, he suddenly has much bigger things to worry about instead. (Well, make that "in addition to.") With he and his lab partners stuck trying to cope with unfamiliar new bodies, deal with angry *and* curious faculty members, re-integrate into campus life, and come to terms with their own personal issues, it's anybody's guess where it will all end up for them...... more>> style="line-height: 40px;"> The first standalone novel from the weirdo who ringled a number of long-running and highly eclectic interactive stories on Fiction Branches and elsewhere, it's a (hopefully more structured and focused) slice-of-life mad-science gender-bender dramedy full of introspection, emotional growth, and what another author in the community refers to as "gender feels" (plus some good old-fashioned mildly sexy hijinks and dirty jokes.) Don't miss it! Or miss it, whatever, it'll still be here. C'mon. You know you want to.

Updates Fridays, God willing. <<less

Eric, a 20 year old virgin with no prospects, spends his days wasting away in his bedroom, lurking on 4chan and getting into arguments with strangers to assert intellectual dominance. He hates his pointless life, but he couldn't see much to do about it - until, one day, he comes up with a genius plan. A path to escape from this cycle of anger and apathy that consumes his existence. ... more>>

It's gonna take some balls, though. <<less

Sayoko experienced deathly loneliness attack whenever she woke up. Going to high school, haunted by her past, lived her life in solitary, she wondered whether someone should truly feel alone like this. Until one day, she met Hinako, a bright radiance that filled Sayoko's loneliness.... more>>

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Cover and Illustrations by Yodayo AI <<less

Tower of Yg is a VRMMORPG designed to properly simulate real life battles in the safety of a virtual world. What happens when a famous hero in the game drags a failed warrior off to defeat the demon king?... more>>

“...As I thought, I really hate you.” <<less

Six years have passed after the arrival of demons in the land of the humans. The realms of Chersea and Cherwind are flourishing, all thanks to the guidance of the four saints. Peace and harmony are widespread, and progress is marching steadily. Everyone is living their ‘golden lives.’... more>>

However, in the land of Cherwoods, a crisis threatens to destroy the elvish people, and rumors are going around about a human serving beside Her Holiness the Elf Saint…

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Warning: Strong Language, Slow-growth MC, Political Isekai

The 4th arc of The Saint Series of OELNs, from Volumes 15 to 17. <<less

[WARNING! THIS STORY HAS A REALLY SENSITIVE TOPIC ABOUT KIDNAPPING, VIOLENCE, AND MANIPULATION!]... more>>

The afternoon sun hangs heavy and gold over the park, casting long shadows across the grass. Runners move past in a rhythmic blur of neon fabric and steady breathing. Schoolchildren follow, spilling onto the path in a chaotic wave of laughter, chasing one another with backpacks bouncing against their spines. I watch them, the sound of their joy cutting through me like a serrated blade.

"What are you looking at, Brother?"

A girl steps into my line of sight, her silhouette indistinguishable from the students she once belonged to. She offers a cone of chocolate ice cream, the sweetness cloying in the humid air. I stare at her, my pulse thrumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"She didn't run away ... not this time either," I whispered in my mind.

I force a breath, my lungs feeling like they are filled with dry ash. "Nothing. Just enjoying the warmth."

She giggles, sinking onto the bench beside me and pressing her shoulder firmly against mine. She leans her weight into me, taking a slow bite of her ice cream. I stare at the horizon, letting out a long, heavy exhale before glancing down at her.

"Hey ... do you ever miss your home?"

The air around us freezes. Asyifa stiffens, the warmth draining from her face as her eyes turn into two shards of dark, jagged glass. Her fingers clamp around my sleeve, pulling me closer with a sudden, rough force.

"Are you planning to throw me away?" her voice drops to a jagged whisper. "After everything I’ve done for you?"

"No ... I was just thinking for a second," I stammer.

"You aren't thinking of leaving me, right?" The darkness in her gaze swallows the sunlight.

"I’m not. I swear."

The tension snaps. The angelic smile returns to her lips as if it had never left. She settles back, her voice chirping brightly about the street food nearby.

I force a smile, nodding as I listen to her cheerful rambling. Beneath the facade, a heavy, sickening sorrow crushes my chest.

Five years. It has been five years since I kidnapped her, dragging her into a nightmare of abuse and terror. Yet ... she clings to me. I orchestrated dozens of scenarios for her to run away. I sent her out of my sight to buy things, manufactured blind spots, left the path to freedom wide open. In the end, she always comes right back here, anchoring herself to my side.

Damn it. A bitter curse burns the back of my throat, tasting like rust and bile. What a wretched scumbag I was. I ripped away a little girl's childhood, warping her mind and forcing her to become something she doesn't even realize.

All of this traces back to my own pathetic, sickening obsession ... the delusion that I could sculpt a human being into the ideal companion just for myself. <<less