Philisophical Stories

━━━━━━━━━ ( ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ ) ❝ 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 . 𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ; 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 . ❞ 𓂃 イタチ うちは 𓂃 © 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉

Jaikar spent years chasing his dream job with unwavering discipline. Then she walked in, painting his life with colors he had never known. As love ignited, chaos threatened to shatter everything he held. She drew new stars across his skies, And ignited the fire behind his eyes. Now passion burns where order reigns. Two hearts, one tethered, one untamed. Can he keep both, the dream and the fire, Or should one fall for the other's desire? "You could've died because of me." "You could've died because of me too." "But why! Why would you do that for me?" "Something was there. Long before I know it."

Two years before Izuku Midoriya enters U.A., another class of aspiring heroes begins their journey. Follow Osore Todokae during his first year at U.A, meeting future friends and rivals as he brings his own vision of heroism. Flair, attitude, music and a groundbreaking level of ambition. First part of a trilogy, reunite with familiar faces, meet new ones and get to know some of U.A's top students.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Myurei Natsuya, a determined delinquent with no faith in freedom, is rejected from the Hunter Program of the Cosmic Power Restoration Corporation (CPRC), not because of his ambition, but because he has less potential for an E-Grade. Hunters exist in this world to fend off threats that overpower humanity, using their leveling-up abilities and game-like interactive interface, their inventory to store weapons, putting points into their potential, and much more. After a life-altering incident, everything changes. His reputation as "the Weakest" begins to fade, setting him on a path to rise, grow, and ultimately become a force remembered for erasing the demons that threaten existence itself, thereby changing his belief in liberation. He attained a primordial power that transformed him into a cosmic being, enabling him to survive this accursed world with adaptability, responsibility, and friendship. Although he had faced trauma and struggles to be brave, he used all his strength to defend and fight for mankind and the Sovereigns, from its opposing threats named the Tyrants, leading to the end of humanity. It's Peace from Freedom, or Power. "It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows." - Epictetus Updates Weekly. (Hopefully)

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

📖 The Red Jewel - The Curse of Immortality ✍️ By: Sidra Kayto 📚 Genres: Fantasy | Science-fiction | Romance 👥 Age Rating: Recommended for readers aged 13 and above 📌 About the Story: A jewel fell from the sky... granting immortality, but at the cost of the blood of the powerful. A man lived for 500 centuries-watching his loved ones die, while he remained alone with his supernatural power. But when the jewel's energy began to fade, he discovered that immortality was not a gift... but a curse. In the second episode, his long-lost beloved appears with a Blue Jewel that offers her a chance to change the past. But can love truly defeat time? A philosophical, dramatic tale about loneliness, sacrifice, and the true meaning of life. Read it now... and choose: Would you accept immortality if it were offered to you? 🏷️ Tags: #Fantasy #Philosophy #Drama #Immortality #Love #Romance #TimeTravel #SecondChance #ShortStory #Osaka #SciFi #RedJewel #CurseOfImmortality ⚠️ Note: Suitable for readers aged 13 and above.

He was destined to serve God, and she never meant to become his distraction. Between whispered prayers and quiet moments inside the church, Lakan and Raya found a love neither of them expected. Will their love prevail, or was it never meant to be? Is it a test from God? or is it a blessing?

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus While we live, let us live. There is a version of everyone that belongs to the outside world. The version people know. The version they talk about. The version they think they understand. Magnolia Bennett has never had much trouble being that version. At school, she is clever, friendly, dependable, and remarkably good at listening. She knows people well enough to notice the things they leave unsaid, though she has never been particularly interested in asking why. Then a philosophy project puts her with Leonard Whitmore, a boy whose reputation seems to have arrived long before he did. Everyone has a story about Leonard. Magnolia isn't sure she believes any of them. Three weeks of working together should be simple enough. But school has a way of turning ordinary things into something else. A conversation becomes a rumour. A friendship becomes a suspicion. A mistake becomes a reputation. And while Magnolia watches the people around her change, she begins to notice something stranger: People are rarely who they appear to be. Sometimes they aren't even who they believe themselves to be. Between classrooms, theatre rehearsals, friendships, arguments, secrets and the ordinary disasters of growing up, Magnolia begins to discover that everyone carries a life the rest of the world cannot see. Some hide it well. Some don't. And some are still trying to figure out which parts of themselves are real. Dum vivimus, vivamus. While we live, let us live.

This book is not about success. Not about relationships. Not about advice. This is a voice. The voice of a woman who is tired of being a function. Who has realized that strength is not a cause, but a symptom. Who has stopped apologizing for her silence and for her anger. There are no fictional characters here. There is her. And her monologues. About everyday life, about death, about love, about instant noodles, and about how to stay alive when everyone around you expects you to be "convenient." If you have ever felt that you are loved like a ladder - as long as you bear the weight - this book is for you. Living loudly is not about noise. It's about honesty.

Two words: Self Explanatory.

This work is a sketchbook of my poetry and modern fables. Ryo Tokunaga. Resident of Tokyo. Born in 1968. My foreign pen name is Yoshindo. All texts are genuine human creations written entirely by the author; however, AI is utilized for foreign language translation and cover illustrations. Furthermore, since literal translations may not fully convey the intended meaning to international readers, the author personally researches and incorporates expressions that resonate with a global audience during the translation process.

Vlad is a lazy college student who takes mysterious pills every day. When the pills run out, his world collapses - he suffers hallucinations, violent outbursts, and blackouts. He is taken to a secret laboratory on the fifth floor of his college, where he learns the truth: he is not human, but a clone - Object 013. Forced to participate in dangerous experiments involving virtual reality, Vlad must struggle with his fading identity, confront his traumatic past, and find a way to survive - while his friends desperately try to rescue him. A dark sci-fi thriller about humanity, ethics, and the cost of playing God.

"Forgiveness fears time because it cannot create consequences."- A collection of reflections on the present, the cost of distraction, and the things we leave behind before the abyss.

A quiet exploration of emotional safe harbors and the hidden beauty of vulnerability.

Klara has spent her life following a path laid out for her. Now that the path has ended, she has no idea where to go, until she discovers a world she may have been searching for all along. "The person in the mirror didn't feel like her. But at the same time... it was as though multiple versions of her existed. And this one wanted to become real."

Some stories are told through characters. Others are told through the thoughts they leave behind. Thoughts is a collection of reflections, essays, and philosophical musings born from ordinary moments and extraordinary emotions. It explores love that arrives too late, ambition that survives failure, the quiet strength of resilience, the weight of memory, the beauty of uncertainty, and the countless questions that make us human. There is no single protagonist here. Perhaps the protagonist is you. If even one page stays with you after you've closed the book, then these thoughts have found the home they were searching for.

In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls confined to indefinite imprisonment in Mortmundus, the world of the dead. After seemingly fulfilling his final mission and earning the right to rejoin the circle of life, Raxyas is brought back to answer for its ultimate failure. As the people he once swore to protect are now the very same who shun and accuse him of treason for conspiring with those he should have destroyed, Raxyas must clear his name and tie up all loose ends if he wishes to achieve rebirth. Inspired by: The Elder Scrolls, Soul Reaver, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, Douluo Dalu. Note: this book is currently undergoing revision. --Credits-- Book cover: canva Map of Mortmundus: Azgaar's Fantasy Map Generator AI-generated images: craiyon -- You can also find this story on Royal Road (by unholy_sweetrolls).

The Color of Broken Things: The Crown of a Tired God - The Wisdom of a Wounded King. I did not write this book for comfort. I wrote it for those who have stared too long into the silence of passing days and wondered if time was ever on their side. For those who feel the weight of memory more than the pull of tomorrow. For the thinkers, the mourners, the ones who have looked beneath the surface of things and found not meaning, but mirrors. This is not a celebration of wisdom - it is a eulogy for what it costs. If you are looking for hope, perhaps you will find it between the pauses, in the places even time forgets to reach. But I will not offer it cheaply. Because this book is not about survival, but the audacity of asking what it means to survive when everything - even time itself - seems bent on your undoing. You will find in these words no resolution, only a reckoning. And perhaps, in that, a strange kind of peace.

Thoughts that seek no logic, poems that fly without taking any direction. A collection that does not seek to engage in discourse, though the Outer and the Inner both demand it. No images, only words shaping a diary that seeks neither a purpose, nor an end.