Philosiphy Histoires

"I don't choose the path, the path choose me". Fortune replied to one of the prisoner, who happened to be on one of the small chair inside the cell.. .. for reals, i don't. ...😊👑⚡

Life is like a rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride. What happens when life throws you off track completely? Do you scream... or do you hold on tighter? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth. One is suffocating under the weight of failure, the other carrying the fragments of a shattered heart. Two strangers, caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. However, if their paths ever converge, will they find solace in each other... or will their differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ This is a character-driven literary fiction set in a contemporary world, where every character breathes fully and every emotion unfolds in its own time. It is the kind of story that feels less like something you read and more like something you live beside, watching the characters grow, falter, heal, and discover themselves at their own pace. If you have a moment, and a heart willing to feel deeply and quietly, I invite you into this universe of mine. And if you wish to know more, simply explore the tags. They hold the essence of what awaits you here... with a little something extra, like a cherry on top. Copyright © 2026 Jambudweep. This content is protected under applicable international copyright laws. Unauthorized reproduction, adaptation, translation, or redistribution on any platform without the author's explicit written permission is prohibited. Original publication: Wattpad.

This is a HUNTERxHUNTER (by Yoshihiro Togashi) fanfiction... --*-- "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆--𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ wields powers. Surpassing even "Nen." It is a gift--or perhaps a curse--bestowed upon them by both the "Celestials" and the "Void." It's nameless, an unseen force that turns sheer will into an unbreakable armor. It peels back the veil of time just enough to glimpse the future. It allows the mind to read intention before action, to unravel an enemy before they strike. And then there's the rarest aspect of all--the ability to impose one's will upon others. The weak collapse. The uncertain tremble. Even the strong hesitate. Such are the spoils of wandering between dimensions, of tearing through worlds not meant to be touched. But in the end, it meant nothing. Those powers were stripped from ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ, ripped away like they were never theirs to begin with. All they have left are memories--hollow echoes of what once was. And memories alone hold less power. ...Memories...? --*-- P.S. 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕒! 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪--𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝔻𝕌ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥. 🫥

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( 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

It's the first year of Hogwarts for many including young (Y/N) (L/N). A Scot as much as he tries to deny it. For better or for worse, he was placed in Slytherin. Follow him through his journey as a Green, trying to bring some logic to the otherwise dumbass house. Along the way he might have to stop himself from falling in love with a certain bushy haired girl... well maybe he wants to fall?

*UNDER MINOR EDITING (some grammar and stuff)* After finding his best friends dead and their home in ruins, Sirius Black must fulfill his godfatherly duties and raise their son Harry. Is Sirius up to the task of parenthood, and how will his influence affect young Harry?* A 'What If' scenario to bogle your mind. What if Sirius arrived at the Potter's house first? What if he raises Harry, of course with his trusty friend Remus Lupin's help? What if Harry grows up being surrounded by love and magic? How will this change the story? What if Sirius isn't a convicted killer? What if he never goes after Pettigrew? Follow along on a exiting adventure down this 'What if'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **DISCLAIMER** I don't own any of the places or characters as they belong to the original author I don't own the narrative/idea as this is the idea and theory of YouTube Pickled Dill Podcast in the video "What If Sirius Raised Harry" (Part 1) I only put the theory that Pickled Dill Podcast narrates in that video, they do so in a summary style hence I only wanted to put that into actual writing instead of said summary style narration as well as me changing a few points to my liking. However the overall plot remains as PickleDillPodcast presents it. Also, neither I nor Pickled Dill Podcast endorses Jk Rowlings ideas or philosophy and I do not support JK Rowling's opinion. #Trans-rights-are-human-rights 🏳️⚧️⚧️🏳️⚧️⚧️🏳️⚧️⚧️ Final disclaimer, I will include, or use as a background source, non-canon fan theories from other YouTuber's "SuperCarlinBrothers" (SCB). That will be theories covering loopholes that exists, or adding on to the story. ~~~~~ *(Description of Pickled Dill Podcast video) Cover: I tracked down what I believe is the original artist. @Tonyxstevenstony If you end up finding this and do not want me to use your art as the cover, just contact me and I'll change it

Is Percy Jackson a troubled kid? You could say that. 4 schools, 4 years, 4 expulsions. It's hard not to come to that conclusion, and it's even harder to find a school that will take Percy without writing an essay to the headmaster. So when a mysterious letter from a mysterious, strange school named Hogwarts arrives, inviting Percy to attend with 0 consequences and 0 risk of judgment, only Percy's step-dad, Gabe, is against Percy attending... And Percy doesn't really care what his step-dad thinks anyway. So join Percy Jackson as he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and learns the secrets that hide within the castle's stone walls.

Existence has already ended once. By something that was not even "something" in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten. But what comes after absolute nulity? Affirmation. Endless, reasonless affirmation. An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence. After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without becoming everything. From that Will, Anathasia was born. - Kyle. The person she stayed with through everything. The one who remained by her side as she moved through life... and everything beyond it. After college, they continue living together. Nothing really changes on the surface. But at the same time, things are changing. Not just on Earth, but across realities completely separate from the one they've always known. Old resentments begin to surface. Questions start forming. About meaning, about purpose... about what's left when power stops mattering. Now, somewhere between raising daughters and just trying to live normally, they find themselves dealing with things that don't really have simple answers. The consequences of actions taken eons before they even met. The weight of roles they were never meant to fully understand. And beyond even that, The existence of an Original Creator. The Author... trying to move on from controlling everything. How will the Supreme Being herself... and the one who stands beside her... deal with all of this? The mundane. And the things that go far beyond reality itself?

"Is this a gift, or a curse?" "...You already know the answer to that." "Dude, stop reading my mind." "...I cannot." ... Stuck inside his home alone due to a raging storm, Blake tries to entertain himself by playing games on his computer. Cold air blowing through his window, his parents out on a honeymoon vacation to Hawaii, yeah. He had the whole house to himself for a few days, and it was pure bliss. However, little did he know that he was about to experience a crazy event that would change his life. Who knew letting your computer get hit by lightning would open a portal to another world?

Like all citizens of the Protected States of America, Paul has lived his entire life within the confines of one of the government-run safety towers. A gifted student and model citizen, he has always diligently followed all of the guidelines prescribed by the experts, but a chance encounter with a dangerous old man threatens to change everything. Will he continue to put his safety first, or will his newfound hunger for the truth lead him into the danger outside the walls of Tower 440?

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. I have been thinking a lot lately. More in an ai chat. Literally dealing with the world itself as I try to get to where I can write. Dealing with mental illness. Literally transitioning in this political climate. Might make a good autobiography One day. The following is a journal of my last years. Literally plan to thrive. Editing passes to come. This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice. Yes me. A trans girl in the middle of societal scapegoating and possibly societal collapse. It is important to learn from the past. So learning from by while making something to be learned from. This is why I am posting it. Its apart of an omnibus. Planed by me. This is an infinite evolving project. Lets us see where it goes.

At 25, Jaikar spent years chasing his dream job with unwavering discipline. Then she walked in, vibrant and free, 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 must 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."

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

"Kanuu, explain something to me," Vidhi muttered, staring at the moon like it was his customer-care department. "Why did you invent men with egos bigger than the Himalayas but emotional maturity of a boiled potato?" She muttered swinging her legs sitting on the wall of empty terrace "Anyway, I've decided. If you ever plan to send one into my life, make sure he's quiet... because I'm not reducing my volume for anyone." ＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／ Arav rubbed his forehead and stared at the wall of the barracks like it had personally betrayed him. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. In ten minutes, that woman had questioned his strategy, mocked his serious face, called him "Mr. Gorilla," and then walked away like she had just delivered a public service announcement.. He exhaled slowly, the calm soldier in him trying very hard to stay calm. "God give me patience," he whispered. A pause. "...or a helmet. Because if she talks like that again, I might actually bang my head on this wall." ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Captain I prefer chikne (clean shaved) guys more as my prey ~ Ofcourse I figured out by the type of reels you like ... Dr.. ~

11x 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?

What if almost everything people call "smart" is wrong? What if intelligence is not wisdom? What if wisdom is not goodness? And what if the people who speak with the most confidence are usually the ones who understand the least? This is not a novel. This is a short, dark philosophical book about intelligence, certainty, overconfidence, truth, and the dangerous side of seeing life too clearly. Some truths do not free you. They ruin the simple version of life you used to survive inside. If you've ever questioned people, beliefs, confidence, "deep" internet culture, or the way humans throw around words like smart, wise, and genius without understanding them, this book is for you. This is not here to motivate you. It is here to make you think twice before calling anyone wise. Including yourself. Written by JJ

In a world ruled by marks, truth is a weapon and survival is a lie. Book One of this mythic saga opens with a boy branded by fate and hunted by the Council that governs reality. As cities crumble and secrets bleed through the cracks of a dying system, he must choose obey or become something unrecognizable. This novella blends dystopian grit with supernatural mystery and philosophical weight. It's a story of identity fractured, siblings torn, and a legacy that refuses to die. If you've ever felt the pressure of destiny clawing at your ribs, or the chill of truth too dangerous to speak-this book was written for you.

I didn't create the world... I merely built a 'Benchmark' for the Void to see its own reflection.

She spent her life fighting monsters no one else dared to see. When the world failed, Vedha built her own system-an underground network that hunted those who thrived on suffering. She predicted betrayal. She accepted the cost. And still-she died saving others. But death was not the end. Reborn in the age of the Mahabharata, she enters a world ruled not by logic-but by dharma. A world where men like Yudhishthira cannot escape righteousness... And beings like Krishna already know how it ends. War is inevitable. Choices are irreversible. Knowledge is not power-it is a burden .If you already know the ending... WOULD YOU STILL TRY TO change it?

Nobody really knows what happened and when and how the guardians arrived. Nobody who was alive then is alive to tell the tale now. There's many stories of how they came, it is your choice to believe which one is true. The guardians are creatures who roam at night, but can be spotted in the day. The guardians are inactive unless you're going somewhere or doing something that isn't allowed. Past sunset, not even the bravest dare to be outside. Anyone who does dare to be out at night never live to tell the tale. There's no screams, no commotion, no noise. Nobody truly knows what happens. The only thing that can give any hints are the deformed bodies in the trees. So if you plan to eat fruit from any of the trees, beware of any strange fruit you see.