Philosophical Stories

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. 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. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction • Literary Fiction • Contemporary • New Adult • Realistic Fiction ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

No one has ever truly known where the soul dwells before the heart begins to beat. Nor what it sees, nor what it remembers. And when the final pulse fades, in the last breath of life, where does it return? In the Aragas Legacy ... before humanity fled its dying star,souls were born in the halls of light, woven into destinies shaped by ancient politics and forgotten wars. There, Celestia lived. A young princess, veiled in mystery, her eyes hiding truths no one in the court dared to name. Three hundred sixty-five years before the collapse, she met Aldario... by chance, or perhaps by design. A boy whose presence unraveled the threads of fate. Their love was not new. It had burned before. It would burn again. And each time, it would vanish like starlight swallowed by dawn. In Aragas, nothing is truly born. Nothing truly dies. Everything returns.

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. 🫥

You've heard of the classic trolley problem, but what if the choice wasn't about the quantity of lives you can save? What if you could trade the life of someone deemed worthless to society for someone society praises? After a tragic incident leaves military personnel Vanta and Atlas with advanced prosthetics made by the nation's leading healthcare corporation, they come across a small group of vigilantes who warn them of the shaky ethics behind the company's practices. Joining the group, the two fight to protect the innocent lives being targeted, but this proves to be a much more difficult task than they could have ever anticipated. NEW CHAPTER EVERY TUESDAY @ 12PM PST

​This is a ⚡️ Q&A ⚡️BOOK IN WHAT ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR ?, I Open The Floor To Myself and You All to find the answers that ley deeply in our souls. The Questions We Should Ask Ourselves ​Its true importance lies in presenting a set of fundamental questions-the ones that each of us should give ourselves the time to ask, honestly and often. JOIN ME.😁 LET'S SEE THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOULS.

In a world where memories burn brighter than fire, and destinies echo through wooden toys and whispered legends... one boy survives the night that should have ended everything. Drazon never asked to be the last child of a fallen village. He never asked to carry a wooden toy carved by a father he barely remembers. He never asked for the fire - the one that swallowed his home, his family, and the life he knew. But fate is not concerned with what he wants. Fate only knows what he must become. Now, with shadows stalking the edges of the forest, whispers crawling through the dark, and a strange golden light that seems to call his name, Drazon steps into a world woven with secrets older than kingdoms, older than gods - older than time itself. He will meet wanderers whose smiles hide histories, warriors whose scars speak louder than their voices, and beings who should not exist at all. Every step forward pulls him deeper into the truth behind his village's destruction... and the truth behind AION - a force that bends destiny, memory, and the fragile boundary between creation and ruin. But the deeper Drazon walks into the unknown, the more he realizes: What was taken from him was only the beginning. What waits for him may change the world. And the wooden toy he carries... is no toy at all. A story of grief and growth. Of slow-burning revelations and quiet courage. Of a boy chasing the pieces of himself through a world that is breaking - or being reborn. AION - where every moment matters, and every heartbeat echoes forever.

In a world that decides who deserves to live based on appearance and strength, justice is merely a story told by the victors. Is it right to save a butterfly from a spider's web, knowing the spider will starve to death? When two opposing visions collide, the line between good and evil becomes dangerously thin. Disclaimer! This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the rights to any of the original characters or elements drawn from the One-Punch Man (OPM) universe.

Walkers - once humans who have abandoned their humanity. Beings that only exist by consuming human flesh. With the power of so-called Devils, whose abilities you can only borrow in fragments, you hunt them in the shadows of the night to protect a world that has long since fallen apart at the seams. During the day, you lead a different life: university, good grades, staying inconspicuous. Keeping your distance. Being alone. A fragile balance that only works as long as no one looks too closely. But this balance begins to crumble when you meet Clementine - a girl who asks questions where silence would be safer and awakens feelings you can't afford to have. Between morality and monsters, duty and humanity, one inevitable question remains: What really makes a person a monster? And when the line is crossed - who pays the price? (Male Hero / Nacht-based Reader × Clementine - University AU) [This story contains many inner monologues, which are presented in italics. The voices of the Devils appear in square brackets. Which voice is speaking at any given moment is deliberately left unclear-and that is precisely part of the concept.] Cross-posting on AO3 and Tumblr (Same Username)

Thoughts arrive unannounced. Emotions flare without warning. Beliefs crumble and rebuild in the same heartbeat. Unfiltered Consciousness is a collection of reflections-raw, honest, and unpolished-on being human. It journeys through the mind, the heart, faith, and identity, exploring what it means to think, feel, and exist without masks. These are fragments of life lived, observed, and questioned. Some will resonate. Some will challenge. Some will simply exist. Read slowly, read fast, or return again when your own mind is too loud.

When Navneet arrives in Varanasi for a short trip, he expects temples, long walks, and time with a friend. What he does not expect is getting lost inside the enormous BHU campus late at night. And he definitely does not expect to meet Anushka, a shy first year student holding her books like a shield and hiding a storm behind her calm face. What begins with a simple question about directions turns into a deep connection across two days. Over cold coffee, laughter, awkward questions, and shared heartbreaks, both Navneet and Anushka discover the strange comfort of opening up to someone who feels like a momentary stranger and an unexpected friend. But Anushka carries the weight of a painful past. A crush that turned into a quiet dream. A rejection she never recovered from. A heartbreak she never let herself heal. Navneet tries to help her see the truth. That what comes will always go. That love does not take anything away from you if it was never yours. And that life becomes lighter the moment you stop holding on to memories that were never meant to stay. Set around the streets and hostels of BHU and the charm of Banaras, this story blends innocence, healing, humor, and the rawness of young love. It captures the beauty of unexpected meetings and the courage it takes to walk away stronger. Where is Lanka Gate? is a perfect read for anyone who has loved quietly, lost deeply, or healed slowly.

Arthur, a 15 year old boy born in the hypothetical nation of Luisen, lives with his little sister Sydney, grandmother and his dog Cable. One dusk, when Sydney was playing with Cable, Cable started barking at the depths of the forest and ran into it; never returning. In the search of Cable, Arthur walks with Sydney, while their Grandmother stays at home with hope and devotion. What will Arthur and his little sister learn in their travel?

Pit and Inkling. Together they are unstoppable. Perfection. But Dark Pit and Palutena get in the way. Friendships will be tested. Loyalties will be broken. And only those who can face their d-d-darkest fears will make it out alive.

Ryan decided to settle down in the calm and scenic town of Loveck, hoping to forget about Susan, but the couple-life followed him there too, as he realized he had moved into a hot-spot of failing relationships. Every house had conflict for breakfast, argument for lunch, and complaining for dinner. Yet one household stood alone in this living battle-field. Where love thrived, and peace was a common thing, the Marleys were the most interesting topic of discussion for the townspeople. To look into this, brewery of warmth & closeness, and possibly find his own happy ending, Ryan decides to investigate each phase of their marriage bit by bit, listening to the stories shared by the locals or even the couple themselves.

cosmic dance of unspeakable Zen

This is a dark story that questions the limits of power, pain, and devotion. In this story, the question of who is innocent and who is guilty loses its meaning; because everyone has lost something, and everyone has paid a price. Amelia believes she is running from her past, only to be pulled straight into its very center. A father figure, a childhood friend, a police officer, and a man rising from the shadows... All of them are drawn toward the same center, the same design. Power is no longer merely physical; it takes shape in the mind, in fear, and in devotion. As the story unfolds, pain ceases to be a weakness and becomes a sacred doctrine. Love and violence intertwine, loyalty and manipulation bleed into one another. The characters are not only trying to survive, but to find meaning. And sometimes, meaning is found at the very heart of destruction. It leaves the reader alone with unsettling questions: Does pain elevate a person? Is power nourished by love, or by fear? And most importantly... When does a person become "ill"? This story was written not to give answers, but to leave a mark.

Haikus about coming to terms with living in a fucked up world.

We do not live in a single world, but in a quiet collision of many. Usually, these layers drift past one another-a subtle dance that keeps reality stable. But the rhythm is changing. The veil is thinning, and the subtle is bleeding into the concrete. When the frequencies clash, many people caught in the current break. Some retreat into denial, compartmentalizing the discordance until it eats them alive. But Orin Bridger isn't trying to shut out the noise. While the rest of the world fractures, he is learning to harmonize with the new signal.

I do not know how i became the owner of this title.All my life I wanted to be a good person.I knew i was never the most beautiful person in the room,but i worked hard for everyone to see what was inside my heart and not in front of my face.I wanted people to love me,to want me, to understand me.I wanted to be loved more than to be alive.I wanted to be erased from history rather than be remembered as a callous monster. Yet here I am,writing my memoir,trying to justify my side of the story. I admit I have done mistakes.I admit I am envious, manipulative and insecure,but there are good parts inside of me,which even Cinderella cannot deny and you should know them. And I admit I know my biggest mistake.It is not being born beautiful.I would have been kind if I was beautiful, I know it.My husband would have loved me from the first sight if I was beautiful.My daughters would have been happier if I had given them the gift of beauty than my good intentions. Either way ,as a last service,I leave this book to you.You should read it carefully in order not to follow my footsteps. If not,just remember to love your children for they can be a true nuisance if grown unloved.

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

This is not a book of answers. It is a collection of moments, questions, silences, and truths that refuse to sit still. Notes on Existing explores life, love, memory, and the quiet weight of being human. Through poetry, fragments, and riddles, it asks the reader not to understand, but to feel. Some pages will feel familiar. Others will feel unsettling. A few may feel like they were written for you alone. Read slowly. Not everything reveals itself at once.