Philosofy Stories

The Existence is story about self journey within he/herself. The seeking of something until find nothing. It story based on Javanese surrounding. It appear from religion of the community which alternate from years to years until they mix each other. Many literature appear at those time. Some came from self seeking, some came from the ruler to strength their existence or some came from someone hidden but want to show their existence through literature. The Existence is a fiction although some setting used the real setting but all the story is not related to someone or something. Please informed if there exist some offended things. The name of the two main characters inspired by the name of flower which only bloosom at night. It name is Wijaya Kusuma Thanks Javanese Girl Indonesia After all make a consistensies is the hard one ^____^

A world like ours, yet wondrously different. Debating what is good and what is bad is a wonders thing. This story drags on a element I absolutely love and have themes from some of my childhood movies. Enjoy your read~ Art: NOYA https://twitter.com/MozzarelaCheese Cover editing: Visy23

I have random thoughts that make me feel some type of way and I want to turn them into stories and ask everyone "Have you ever felt that way?" PLEASE, LEAVE A COMMENT WITH: - I do (if you ever felt that way) - I don't (if you haven't) - Anything else you want to share. thank you!

🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mundo. 🇺🇲 Sometimes all we want is to escape reality. Or maybe all we want is to give it a meaning. In this notebook I keep my stories that allow me (or try to) reflect everything I think and feel inside and want to share with the world. 🇩🇪 Manchmal ist alles, was wir wollen, der Realität zu entfliehen. Oder vielleicht wollen wir ihr bloß einen Sinn geben. In diesem Notizbuch bewahre ich meine Geschichten auf, die es mir ermöglichen (oder versuchen) alles widerzuspiegeln, was ich denke und fühle und die ich mit der Welt teilen will.

We humans are fragile creatures, for our lives can crumble with the smallest crack, leaving behind a soul in pitiful black. This poem is a reminder to the world that bullying taints the heart of the victim with pain and sadness but as long as there is hope left in your heart, I will remind you that you are still alive. For if you free yourself from your chained heart, they will be dismayed and then you take away their reason to harm you, so that they will expire and return to their dust. This poem is based on my personal experience with bullying and I do not wish that experience upon anyone, for no one should be stripped of their wings because they have the desire to fly freely.

Two teenage girls that want to die have one month... Will they convince each other that it is worth it to stay?