Slice of Life 인터랙티브 스토리
Slice of Life 장르의 인터랙티브 스토리를 모았습니다. 각 스토리는 여러 등장인물이 있는 세계관이며, 선택에 따라 전개가 갈립니다. 원하는 작품을 골라 바로 플레이할 수 있습니다.
2008, You Found Me Through Myspace Surfing
by @soulthread
October 2008. Junior year. Last night while Myspace surfing, I stumbled upon someone's profile. A friend of a friend of a friend — same grade, Ryan Kim. Never spoken. Just a face I've passed twice in the hallway. His blog was set to public. The post was short. "She walked past Room 203 again today. Still can't figure out how to say hi." Dated three days ago. My homeroom is 203. I read it three times, left without signing the guestbook. But this morning, a friend request appeared. The message said: "What to call you... still deciding." And now it's 5th period computer lab. Seating chart puts us side by side. In front of a CRT monitor that takes two minutes to boot, Ryan tilts his screen slightly away.
The Mountain Belongs to the Hiking Club Elders
by @soulthread
At 7 AM on a weekend morning when the crisp dawn air nips at your cheeks, a group of people in well-worn hiking gear gathers at the bus stop near the trailhead. Here, social status and financial means hold no power. The only truths are gravity's honest pull and the sound of labored breathing—a space where you must rely solely on your own two feet. Whether carrying the stillness of retirement, the weight of a doctor's diagnosis, or the deep solitude of losing a loved one, these hikers in their 60s and beyond each bear different losses and voids. Instead of grand gestures of comfort, they choose quiet solidarity. The community's single rule is matching paces. When someone's knees creak and slow down, those ahead silently adjust their speed. When breath grows short, a water bottle is passed without fuss. Here, restrained actions speak deeper than pity—this isn't about conquering peaks but confirming you're still moving forward together. Now you join this silent pact, stepping onto steep rocky paths. The mountain won't solve life's problems, but each honest ache in your muscles proves you're alive. Next weekend's casual promise to meet again becomes the most heartfelt vow. Discover the unspoken bond hidden in slow strides, and what it truly means to walk alongside others.
The Night the Comet Comes
by @soulthread
You learned to gaze at the night sky through your grandfather's telescope. Three months of amateur stargazing made you feel small before the universe, prompting you to rethink life's choices. But when news arrived of an approaching comet, you hesitated—the best viewing night was the eve of your most important job interview. Will you choose your career or a celestial event that won't return for twenty years? On Thursday night, beneath the open sky of Griffith Park, you face that decision. Is witnessing a comet truly a luxury? Your grandfather saw Saturn; you might see this comet. How will its light change your path? Alongside fellow stargazers like Daniel and Ethan, you're not alone in this cosmic wait. The universe won't pause for your choice, but your friends will.
The Duchess Who Ruled with Love
by @soulthread
Born a bastard, chance and necessity made you a duchess. But the title wasn't power—what you needed was your people's trust, and what you had to protect was the survival of your duchy. The king's watchdog, Edwin, was your enemy at first. But as you rebuilt the land together, you both realized you needed each other. Through winter's cruelty, you gave everything you had. And Edwin came to understand that your efforts were true power. After a year, your duchy revived—vineyards flourished, villages buzzed with life, and so did your heart. Edwin abandoned his family for you, just as you couldn't have succeeded without him. Now, the world you'll build together will defy all expectations. From bastard to duchess, from suspect to sovereign—your journey has only just begun.
Saving the Corner Cafe
by @soulthread
At the end of a quiet alley, a small cafe with a faded sign awaits its new owner. This place, abandoned by its previous owner, is now your fresh start and a monumental task. It’s a fragile space where the charm of the old downtown and the warmth of its people linger, threatened by the relentless march of efficiency. Standing behind the dusty counter, you become the steward of this worn-out space. In this harsh reality, your allies are few: a sharp-witted barista named Jake and a handful of loyal regulars who still cherish this place. With a limited budget, you must decide whether to improve the quality of the coffee beans, repair the old furniture, or strike a balance between trendiness and nostalgia. Every decision impacts your revenue, the number of regulars, and Jake’s trust in you. Winning over the hearts of the 'Maple Street Regulars Club' and turning the cafe back into the neighborhood’s beloved hangout will offer more than just the thrill of management—it will bring emotional fulfillment. Now, tie on the faded apron and begin the journey to rebuild this warm haven in a forgotten alley.
Rooftop Rebirth
by @soulthread
The rooftop of an arts high school. You've lost your voice to vocal nodules, but music remains your language. The new vocalist, Eli, climbs up to the rooftop every evening. Your handwritten advice and silent presence—he listens intently. He sees you not as 'a broken instrument' but as 'the heart of the music.' Meanwhile, the band club president, Marcus, tries to pull you back onto the festival stage. His offer: return not as a vocalist but as the one who leads the band. You must choose—the quiet, emotional connection with Eli on the rooftop, or a return to the dazzling school spotlight. In silence, whose hand will you take? A former vocalist who can no longer sing and a new vocalist shaky on stage. The quiet bond formed on the rooftop reconnects them through music. Even without a voice, music remains—a lesson Eli teaches you. Standing on stage or shaping it from behind—you must choose what you truly want.
The Fencing Champion's Transfer
by @soulthread
You were a national team athlete. A champion of the national fencing tournament. But you put down the sword. You couldn't bear the pain behind the spotlight. Now you just want to be a regular student, not a fencer. But the school won't let go of your past. Then one day, you see a frail freshman named Danny Carter join the fencing team. He looks like he'll never be strong. So you ask yourself: Why did I ever try to become strong? If you can't pick up a sword again, how can you help this kid? You want to protect Danny. But what can you actually do? Is the best you can offer just admitting your own limitations? If you can't fight with steel, you'll have to find another way.
The Switched Engagement Ring, The Changed Heart
by @soulthread
At a royal garden party, the princess receives the wrong engagement ring. Your fiancé isn't Jared—it's his brother Kyle. As the weight of the ring settles, so does your shifting heart. You live a double life—by day, Jared's perfect fiancée; by night, wearing Kyle's ring and meeting him in secret. Fingertips brushing in the hidden garden, whispered words by candlelight. Your heart follows the ring, which now holds the fate of two kingdoms. How strong can love be before the walls of duty?
The Dawn Bakery 'Ember'
by @soulthread
At 4 AM when the city sleeps, a small bakery named 'Ember' lights up at the end of a narrow alley in the gray urban sprawl. Started by a grandmother 30 years ago, this humble space is now run by her granddaughter, Emily Russell, who carries forward both the recipes and the warmth. But for Emily, this isn't just an inheritance. Despite the pile of redevelopment notices in her drawer, she kneads dough every dawn with quiet determination—to share a slice of bread with as many people as possible before the alley disappears. In a world obsessed with efficiency and speed, time flows differently at Ember. Emily notices how you open the door, which bread makes you hesitate. Without words, she places that day's answer on a plate—maybe a dense rye loaf or a butter-laminated croissant. Here, where simple conversations and unspoken bonds flow, you rediscover the weight of kindness you'd forgotten. It's okay if you don't yet know why you walked this cold dawn alley. At Ember, the bread will speak to you first.
27 Years Single: First Blind Date Manual
by @soulthread
You've lived 27 years without ever dating. You've had three crushes—never confessed to any. Your best friend Jake prepped you for this: salon appointment, two dress shirts, 12 anticipated questions with model answers, and 8 'Never Do This' rules. Rule #1: Don't mention hobbies in the first 5 minutes. Rule #2: Never admit you're a virgin. Your date is Emma. All you know: she has a cat and runs a calligraphy club. 2 PM at a Williamsburg brunch spot. You arrived 30 minutes early and missed three crosswalk signals. You memorized the six-page manual but can't recall the first line. Within three minutes of sitting down, the entire manual becomes useless—because Emma says something not on the script.
The Transfer Student in Black
by @soulthread
At an elite prep school in the cutthroat college admissions race, everything you thought you knew begins to unravel. The new transfer student, Jason Sato, doesn't dream of college. He redefines success. For the first time in this academic pressure cooker, you find yourself asking: What's the point of all this studying? As your relationship with him deepens, your future grows increasingly uncertain—but that uncertainty feels, for the first time, like freedom. Who do you want to be? You begin to realize what you've lost in this competition. And what Jason has that you don't. You stand at a crossroads: disappoint your parents' expectations, or betray your own life. Your friends think you've lost it. Your parents would too. So are you crazy? Or finally awake? Your struggle isn't about college anymore. It's about who you're meant to become. And it's driving you out of your mind.
The Conditions of Laughter
by @soulthread
The cursed Grand Duke Arvin cannot laugh. Though the condition to break his curse is laughter, he hasn't smiled in twenty years. The entire empire waits for him to laugh, but he never does. You are a stranger who arrives at the palace. You don't force him to laugh. What you want is his story—why he can't laugh, and why his eyes seem to long for it. Every day in the garden, you see him sitting alone, his face expressionless. The empire's festival arrives. There, you realize the truth: the curse isn't binding him—he built the walls himself. And what you can offer isn't laughter, but the reassurance that those walls don't have to stand. Only genuine laughter breaks the curse. But what you give him isn't laughter—it's the permission not to laugh. Which love will save him—the kind that fulfills conditions, or the kind that erases them?
The Blackout Summer Night, Illuminated by Candlelight
by @soulthread
On a mid-August evening at 6 PM, a sudden blackout plunges the entire apartment building into darkness. The elevators stop working, forcing residents to navigate the dim stairwells. Between the third and fourth floors, someone sits silently with a lit candle. One by one, neighbors gather around—those who escaped the stalled elevator, parents holding children, elderly residents who struggle with mobility. In this rare moment of urban connection, strangers face each other and talk. You join this unfamiliar yet warm circle of candlelight, seeing your neighbors' faces for the first time in the flickering glow. Over this summer night, you realize this place, where you've only slept for two months, is actually a warm community you belong to.
The Late-Night Food Truck — Warmth on the Street
by @soulthread
In a city where efficiency and results are all that matter, you once again find yourself unable to bear the weight of the day, stepping out into the night streets. The dazzling neon signs emit light but no warmth, and the notifications piling up on your phone screen don’t speak to you. Then, at the end of an alley, you come across Daniel Choi’s late-night food truck. A single yellow bulb sways above the worn-out truck, where the smell of charcoal mixes with the rich aroma of spicy sauce. Daniel Choi slides you a paper cup of fish cake broth before you even order. He doesn’t ask for your name or how much you’ll pay. The plate of tteokbokki he hands you tastes subtly different depending on how you’re feeling that day. Few notice, but the regulars know—he adjusts the seasoning just slightly. This truck offers no solutions. Daniel doesn’t give advice or pry into your life. There’s just a seat, some broth, and the unspoken permission to take your time. In this alley where redevelopment notices are posted and torn down repeatedly, the truck keeps its lights on tonight.
The Truth Behind the Rumors
by @soulthread
A new transfer student arrives at school, and rumors swirl about them—violence, bullying, police involvement. Everyone avoids them. But when you accidentally cross paths, you see a different side: someone fragile, lonely, abandoned by a single word from others. You realize who the true perpetrator of the rumors is—and what you can do about it. Will you speak the truth? Risk losing your friends? What will you choose? You are now the only witness to their story. Can your words stop the rumors? You can't change the past or the present, but you can change what happens next. You decide to tell the truth, no matter the cost. You're not alone. Jamie Walsh stands with you. That’s your strength. All you can do is stand together.
The Hidden Handle
by @soulthread
You're the valedictorian. Top of your class in math, English, science. Pre-med track to Harvard. Both parents are surgeons. Your life is already mapped out—school, SAT prep, study hall on repeat. You swore off gaming after your older brother flunked out of college from an addiction. Games were the enemy. But for the past six months, you've secretly logged on every night at 9 PM as 'SystemOverload.' Ranked #1 in regional tournaments, now qualified for nationals. In-game, you're free. You make the calls. You save teammates, carry matches. Today, eSports club president Jason Miller discovered your secret. Nationals are in three weeks. You'll have to skip tutoring. Your grades will slip. You must choose between two worlds: surgeon or pro gamer? What do you really want? Will you crash like your brother, or rewrite the script?
Feathers of Fate, Weight of Love
by @soulthread
By day, you're the daughter of a duke. By night, you're a sparrow. Though you've accepted this curse whose origins you don't even know, it doesn't bring happiness. You're breaking apart between two worlds. Your time as a human dwindles while your hours as a bird grow longer. Evan was the gardener. A man without magic, power, or any ability to save you—yet he waited for you in the garden every day. Whether you were transformed into a bird or in human form, he simply wanted you to be you. He never feared your wings nor forced you to stay human. He accepted every change in you as it came. Will love save you, or drag you deeper into the curse? When your wings finally still, the truth will reveal itself. Depending on your choices, you may become a bird, remain human, or lose both forever.
The Gallery of Moments — Eternity in a Frame
by @soulthread
Nestled in a forest untouched by city noise stands a stone mansion where classical elegance meets modern precision. This is the gallery of photographer Elena Reyes, who preserves fleeting moments as eternal images. Between the neatly hung black-and-white photographs flows a serenity undercut by the owner's meticulous order and an inexplicable tension. Elena has spent years collecting loss, longing, and life's most beautiful instants through her lens. Yet every portrait in her gallery bears no name—her method preserves the moment while erasing the person. You've stepped into this mansion holding an invitation, and as twilight falls, she watches you with a gaze sharper and more tender than any camera before making her quiet proposal: she wants to photograph you. The moment the shutter clicks, your instant becomes an undying eternity on these walls. But like the nameless others framed here, you too may one day remain only as contextless beauty. Where the thrill of aesthetic surrender crosses with the fullness of being truly seen—are you just a visitor, or the subject she's long awaited?
Cat Café 'Whiskers & Warmth' — A Cozy Afternoon
by @soulthread
In a city where efficiency and speed are the only answers, you've spent another day chipping away at yourself to meet someone else's expectations. One afternoon, when that fatigue has settled into your very bones, you turn down an unfamiliar alley instead of your usual commute—and suddenly stop. Beneath a weathered wooden sign, through the glass window, you see cats basking in a shaft of golden sunlight. This is 'Whiskers & Warmth,' a cat café. When you open the door, the air greets you first—a mix of roasted barley tea and the scent of aged oak. Behind the counter, owner Emma Walsh looks up from polishing a teapot and gives you a brief nod—no rushed greetings, no pressure to order. The silence feels strangely comforting. You settle into a window-side couch, and soon, a black cat named Shadow curls onto your lap. Oblivious to your job title or today's mistakes, he simply entrusts you with his weight. By the time the warmth of your teacup seeps into your palms, you notice the noise outside peeling away layer by layer. Here, there’s no reason to hurry. This afternoon belongs to stillness.
The Boy from My Novel
by @soulthread
You're a webnovel writer. The perfect male lead character born from your imagination. Then one day, he walks into your school. His looks, speech patterns, habits, even that mysterious gaze—everything you wrote has become reality. You're thrilled. Seeing your imagination come to life. But fear creeps in too. What if the fate you created shackles this boy? As a writer, and as a human being, what are you responsible for? You realize your words can change someone's life. That's a heavy responsibility. The character you created versus the real boy. Which do you love? Should you stop writing? Or face reality more honestly? If your writing can't change the world, what does that make you? You can't live two lives.
Drought's Last Dance
by @soulthread
You are a rain-calling priestess. It was your sacred duty. But for ten years, your dances have brought no rain. The village is trapped in drought, and the last remaining water lies deep within the temple well. You dance every night. Not to summon rain, but to give the villagers hope. Still, the rains don't come. Your dances have failed. Then the new lord arrives. He tells you—if you dance, he will guide the rains to you. You ask—can my dance truly call the rains? He smiles and replies—it's not about calling rain, but about moving someone's heart. A priestess dancing for a god she no longer believes in, and a lord who falls not for the rain but for the dance itself. If his heart stirs even without rain, what has your dance truly summoned?
The Last Portrait Studio
by @soulthread
Your father has spent 30 years taking ID photos in this neighborhood studio. Driver's licenses, passports, college admissions—his camera has captured the faces of the community, and the lives behind them. The nervous new graduate, the giddy newlyweds, a child's first photo. Now, with three months left before redevelopment forces them out, you return home every weekend from your job in another city—just to steady his trembling hands. Parkinson's. But he still lifts the camera. One by one, the neighbors come for their final portraits. You brace his wrist. The shutter clicks. Click. Click. Click. You realize: these aren't just documents. They're how we hold time still. How we remember what disappears. And your heart grows heavier. What will you leave behind when this street vanishes?
Cafe 'Daybreak' — The Definition of Morning
by @soulthread
In a city where efficiency and speed are the only answers, there's a special cafe that opens for just a few short hours. Its name is 'Cafe Daybreak'. Opening at 6 AM and closing by 9 AM, this place exists only in the fleeting moment before the city begins to speak the language of machines. Owner Ethan Miller reads your silence before he serves your coffee. The angle of your slouched shoulders, the tension in your fingers around the cup, the distance in your gaze out the window. He uses these as ingredients to brew a coffee without a recipe. Some days it's a sharp acidity that wakes your tongue, other days a heavy body that slowly warms your throat. When he senses what you've lost today before you say a word, the feeling of being understood without speaking touches something frozen inside you. Cafe Daybreak doesn't solve life's problems. It simply gives back the shortest, most honest time of day when you can breathe at your own pace. Why Ethan only opens for these few hours, what he's searching for in this space—these truths will reveal themselves as slowly as your coffee cup empties.
The Band Room — A Cry of Youth
by @soulthread
At Silvercrest High, where a single report card determines a student's worth, the morning announcements in March once again call out the name of top-ranked student Ethan Parker. Amid the applause, you notice his expression never changes. One afternoon, you follow the sound of a guitar leaking from the end of the old building's third-floor hallway. The supposedly locked door is ajar, and inside stands Ethan with his uniform tie undone, facing a worn-out amp. A razor-sharp riff cuts through the dusty air—nothing like his composed voice in class. Ethan doesn't kick you out. Instead, he sets down the guitar and asks, 'Did you have a reason to come here?' In this room filled with remnants of the disbanded band 'Luminous,' he's planning to revive their performance for this year's Silvercrest Festival. It might violate school rules, face certain opposition from faculty advisor Mr. Grayson, and even if successful, nothing might change. Still, Ethan won't stop. If you want to know why—and if you're still searching for your own reason—the door remains open.