One lonely night, somewhere in the middle of a grove of oak trees that were slowly losing their yellowed leaves amidst the advent of winter, a young woman dressed in a red flannel coat and light-pink scarf stood looking closely at a tree trunk.

The fallen leaves crunched and bristled under the woman’s black, fashion-conscious boots that were ( Read more... )

Mr. Taxi Taxi Taxi, soutou jeukshi jeukshi jeukshi~

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“Taxi!” Yonghwa hailed one of the numerous yellow cabs that prowled the streets of Seoul.

One of the cabs saw his waving hand and pulled over to the curb. Opening the rear passenger door, he got in and closed the door shut.

“Take me to the - ” His words caught in his throat as the taxi driver ( Read more... )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally supposed to be the first chapter in a long-term fanfiction I was pondering over choosing before I decided on Royal Stanza.

The storyline was that North Korea had taken over the South, and the government is sending a hand-picked collection of citizens that contribute to its culture - writers, artists, ( Read more... )

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