Philosophers Stories

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.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( 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

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?

When Sloane Lupin follows her father, Remus, to Hogwarts, she expects little more than endless nights of homework and aches from Quidditch training. But when her father accepts the job of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Sloane quickly finds herself constantly in the company of none other than Harry Potter and his friends. Sloane soon learns that being the daughter of a werewolf is the least of her worries. As whispers of the escaped Prisoner of Azkaban: Sirius Black begin to circulate closer to Hogwarts, Sloane and her friends may be one moving staircase away from imminent danger. When secrets start to have power and the line between feelings blur, Sloane must decide how far she'll go to protect those she cares about. Because in the end, everything's fair in love, war, and a little bit of magic. Or in which: 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 does not have coincidences.

"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.. ~

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

The universe is indifferent. You already knew that. Here's what nobody told you: indifferent isn't the same as empty. HOPANOIA: Red Words to Blue Hearts is a book being written in public - a living document from a trans woman in Georgia who decided that nihilism wasn't the end of the conversation, just the beginning of a more honest one. It's a philosophy manual for people who can't stand philosophy manuals. A memoir for people who distrust memoir. A spiritual practice built by someone who doesn't believe in spirits. A TTRPG framework for the actual campaign of your life. It calls itself a "religion of one" - anti-dogma, open-source, built to be forked and remixed, never followed literally. Its central move is Anomance: the act of animating a dead universe with meaning, not because it's true, but because it makes the universe livable. These are the working notes. 196 parts and counting. Written through mental illness, HRT, grief, political collapse, and the daily act of refusing to go quietly. The real book is being mined from this archive in real time. You're not reading a finished thing. You're watching something become itself. If that sounds like your kind of book - you're already the reader this was written for. Signed: a thot that likes thinking.

Eine Antwort aus biblischer Sicht.

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

"The sound of truth is a pure, ringing tone. Everything else is just noise." Bohemia, 1403. The kingdom is bleeding. With King Wenceslas in captivity and Sigismund's Hungarian flames licking the gates of Kuttenberg, the value of a man's word has plummeted alongside the purity of his coin. Milos, a former silver-washer, is a man who has lost everything but his ears. In a world where the currency is being systematically "watered down" with copper to fund a senseless war, Milos possesses a dangerous gift: he can hear the lie in the metal. By the simple drop of a groschen on a wooden table, he knows exactly how much of a man's life has been stolen by the mint. Now a refugee, Milos seeks only to maintain his "Inner Citadel" of integrity. But when he intervenes to stop a group of mercenaries from passing off slag as silver, he draws the attention of those who profit from the chaos. Faced with an offer to lead a corrupt mint and secure a life of luxury, Milos must decide: Will he help build a "cathedral of smoke" to keep himself safe, or will he put his life on the line to preserve the objective truth in a kingdom that has forgotten what it sounds like?

Denji didn't kill her. He consumed her-not as Chainsaw Man, but as Denji. Slowly, quietly, and with care. Not to punish her, but to free her. A final act of mercy from someone who only ever wanted to be seen. But something intervened-something beyond even the devils. Makima wakes again, reborn as a human. Stripped of her power, her contracts, and her control, she is no longer feared-only forced to live with the memory of everything she once was. The world has changed. Devils are no longer objects of fear, but of study-hunted, restrained, and understood. Yet something older than fear is beginning to stir beneath the surface. At Saint Sophia University, among exorcists and strangers, she meets a boy named Taichi-compassionate, grounded, and stubbornly human. He does not fear her past. He believes in her future. And for the first time, Makima must decide who she will become. Disclaimer: I do not own Chainsaw Man or its characters. This is a fan-made story. All story structure, plot, and character development are my original work. AI-assisted prose was used to help refine the writing.

"The rhythm of existence is rarely a steady beat; it is a deep, shifting melody" In a world filled with noise of illusions and dark corners of grief, author turns to the silence of the water and the rhythm of the pen to find what is true. *The Deep Melody* is a raw, lyrical exploration of the human condition-a collection of prose and poetry that dives beneath the surface of everyday life. From the weight of societal expectations to the intricate dance of our own DNA, these pages deconstruct the reality we take for granted. This isn't just a book; it's a mirror for the soul seeking liberation from the clutches of conditioning. Expect: *Introspective Poetry: Verses that capture the fleeting nature of feelings. *Philosophical Musings: Deep dives into the nature of truth and freedom. *Candid Reflections:** A journey through the highs and lows of the inner landscape. Step into the current. Let the melody take you deep.

This book will always be updating since its a collection of my short stories; I will be uploading them as when I write them, all the stories will have different themes so they are not connected and whenever I upload a new story it will be the complete one. Hope you guys like them (: Enjoy !!

ME - The Beast in Me is a psychological myth set in the suspended city of Superbia, where the Ego becomes a god, the mind a labyrinth, and identity a mask you can't take off. If you enjoy books like Percy Jackson but want a darker, more adult myth, this novel transforms classical hero trials into inner battles. Instead of Greek gods, Superbia's Pantheon rules the psyche: Narcisa Covert - the Shadow Goddess, mother of personality disorders. Overer - the Lord of Excess and Perfection. Sixteen semi-divine archetypes shape the soul's journey. The book unfolds in Thirty Acts: ten Admirations, ten Martyrs, ten Excesses - a descent into the self where the Beast is never outside you, but within. If you're searching for Percy Jackson-like mythology for adults, this novel turns divine trials into psychological truth. The Beast doesn't come from outside. It comes from you.

I was never really a fan of the Avengers, but I also didn't hate them. The same I feel about philosophy. Maybe every action in my life has a reason and meaning until I find my happiness? Or just pleasure in life? Maybe if I hadn't insisted on doing this homework in the cafe, they would still be alive or I wouldn't have been in this kind of trouble. He wouldn't have seen me, known me, loved me. Maybe every decision I made just got me to this point. Why can't life just go one time how I hoped? | |from Captain America The Winter Soldier to ...| /Started 4th of May 2025/ |trying to update every week| /English is not my first Language, be aware of errors!/

Webber is a happy little spider. He is married and his lovely wife Spada loves him. He is planning to have kids soon, has a stable and high paying job at the silk factory. Everything was going great for him until one day he fell into an empty glass in a restaurant.

A journey with God, mainly in a poetic viewpoint.

كل إغواء عميق يبدأ بفكرة... لا بجسد. من يملك القوة ليقمع الآخرين يُطلق عليه اسم القائد، ومن يقمعه يُسمى شريرًا. -فريدريك نيتشه-

She realized what she had done. This was never meant to happen. She wasn't supposed to kiss her enemy-never him, never like this. And yet... she had. His pull was impossible to resist, a force that dragged her in like gravity itself. Dangerous. Addictive. The kind of intensity that blurred every line she had ever drawn. Her breath hitched, her knees threatening to give in under the weight of it. For a moment, the world had disappeared-no rules, no sides, no war. Just him. Just that reckless, consuming spark. And that terrified her. Her fingers curled into fists as reality came crashing back. This wasn't right. It couldn't be. When she looked into his eyes, she didn't see regret. She saw something deeper. Something that made her heart lose control. That was enough. She stepped back-once, then again-like she was pulling herself out of something she couldn't survive. And then she ran. Fast. Breathless. Without a second thought... before she could turn back. and then he whispered one thing under his breath........... " A KISS SO SINFULLY DIVINE.."

Everything from spontaneous thoughts to infodumps to philosophical insights and facts I find important.