Personal Stories

I am — or I was — a happy, youthful child.
A navigator in my own small world.

My childhood wasn’t easy. Being an

Let me tell you about ricing.

It comes from the car world — you know those Honda Civics with massive spoilers that

The world rewards noise, but depth grows in silence.

The world doesn’t slow down anymore. Every morning starts with screens; messages, updates, opinions, more noise than thought. Everyone’s moving somewhere, doing something, posting about it, pretending to have it

#4 series about Kepi’s writting cups

In my age now, I can say I have met a lot of people who have many different

Well, I messed up today. I let my ice cream melt before I got a

Shunichi Kaji is a 15 year old boy with black messy hair and bangs. He usually wears a white button-up T-shirt along with baggy black sweatpants, red soccer shoes and

I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, but every time I tried, my hands froze. I didn’t know how to begin, how

When I first decided to get serious about writing, I dove into the Medium vs. Substack debate. Everyone had an opinion, and I

You’re not my dad.

I used to think monsters only lived under the beds.

But mine sleeps in the next room.

I never called him dad in my head. Not really.

Some people have fathers who teach them how to

We went to the horse farm today. My daughter kept telling me that she would like to ride a horse. Being on holiday, we decided to take her even though