Historias de Philosophie

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

Michihiro Kurozawa, a transfer student with an air of mystery and isolation, struggles to adapt to a world that feels strangely foreign to him. High school. His sense of values clashes with modern society, sparking tension with teachers and classmates and raising the question; can I fit in? Classroom Of The Elite Fan-fiction OC Author: Realpeakwars Illustrators: i.choked.on.a.cherry.pit (Discord) & 1hatethisname (Wattpad) & Sierra_NN (Wattpad)

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?

"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]

"Born with innate talent to tell and reveal lies." We were put into this merciless reality to clash against each other. And those whom may have lived their life in a pure bliss would never realize how they were used as devices for the mere entertainment pursuit of others. In reality, it was the sole system that life has embraced-- the reality that one may find revolting. An inconspicuous and unobtrusive, who was built for an experiment. To break out of the laws of system, one must advance without holding back to unveil the truth. As a prodigy who has been living lies, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, the jack of all trades but master of none, seeks to find a new meaning of life by joining the Advanced Nurturing High School to understand and know what it really means to have talent-- whereas he will require to maintain the equilibrium by holding back and showing his skills simultaneously to attain his wish as a prodigious defect. Author's Note: The story takes place at ANHS and if you ever wondered about the direction of this or whether you should treat this as the alternative to the canon Light Novel then no doubt about it, I didn't know either. However, the clear thing here is the story will follow en route of both Light Novel and Anime, with a bit of twist by adding the better elements which may vary depending on the way its narrative goes. So, you may as well treat this as the alternative plot to exterior (Anime) and equilibrium (LN) but with some modifications which means it goes as far the experiment will be done. Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction story about Classroom Of The Elite Light Novel. This fan-fic was made with a little of help provided by AI, tools, and resources online. The original story and respective characters are all belong to Kinugasa Shōgo. If there are similarities to other fan fictions, it might just be a freaky coincidence.

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?

What is it that remains when everything is still moving? ~ If the world is full, why does something within it feel unseen? And if nothing is missing... why does the search continue? Two walks through the same light. Two breaths through the same rain. Yet who is the one that changes-the world, or the one looking? ~ Is there a glass, or only the belief of distance? And if the glass were never there... what would be left to notice? ~ A question appears, then dissolves before it can be held. Another arrives, but does it belong to anyone at all? ~ Is understanding something that arrives - or something that disappears when named? And when the search quiets, what remains - quiet, or openness, or something without a name? ~ No answer is offered here. Only the invitation to look again. And again. And again.

A collection of raw, intimate short stories for people who read alone at 3:33AM. Stories about the quiet wounds we carry, the roles we play, and the grief that comes when we finally stop performing. New part every week. Start here.

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This work includes both prose poetry and rhyming poetry and it will present deep philosophical ideas to you. At the end of each title, you'll find a hint to help you analyze it in the right direction. This is written solely by me, so you cannot copy it or use it in your own work without my permission.

In a near-future conflict zone torn by asymmetric warfare and corporate-backed insurgencies, Warfare follows a hardened special operations squad on a high-stakes mission that quickly spirals into moral ambiguity and visceral survival. The story centers on the protagonist (a battle-weary operator haunted by past failures), his tight-knit but fracturing team, and their orders to extract or eliminate a high-value target in hostile territory. What begins as a standard black-ops raid descends into chaos as the squad encounters civilian casualties, betrayal from within their chain of command, and the brutal realities of modern combat-drone strikes, urban ambushes, psychological strain, and the blurring line between enemy and innocent.

[The Gravity of Echoes] 79 hours a day. The coronation of a tanker. The absolute zero sunlight. Lin and Sooyoung exist where logic dissolves. In a reality where acetylene plays beach volleyball with the laws of physics and celestial horses graze on the silence of Mercury, our reality is nothing more than a glitch in the celestial machine. This is not a story of a journey; it is the archive of a return. A record of two souls navigating the friction layers of a dying galaxy, searching for the only coordinate that remains absolute: the path home. When the Absolute Spirit becomes a refrigerator's dandyism and cherry blossoms scatter as cosmic moles, we walk arm in arm. Beyond the speed of light. Into the silence. #Surrealism #SciFi #Philosophy #Experimental #TheGravityOfEchoes #Metaphysics #LinAndSooyoung

Written more than two millennia ago by the poet and philosopher Thiruvalluvar, the Thirukkural is the beating heart of Tamil wisdom. Composed of 1,330 kurals (concise couplets), this masterpiece addresses with surgical precision the three main pillars of human existence: virtue (Aram), wealth (Porul), and love (Inbam). Its strength? A universal reach that transcends eras, cultures, and religions. But what happens when a Catholic Christian dives into this sea of Eastern wisdom? That is the challenge of this book. Chapter after chapter, kural after kural, I invite you to join me in an unprecedented comparative reading. Without syncretism, but with an immensely open heart, I will analyze, comment on, and create a dialogue between these ancient maxims and my Catholic faith, the Gospel, and Christian theology. Will we discover unexpected bridges regarding love of neighbor, forgiveness, or humility? Or on the contrary, stimulating contrasts? Whether you are Catholic, Hindu, atheist, or simply a lover of beautiful philosophy, this journey at the crossroads of East and West is for you. Join me in this exploration of Truth, wherever it may be found.

A crane landed softly on a rocky ledge, then sat quietly, keeping company with the sea that seemed alone but was never truly lonely. The crane said nothing much. It simply watched the sea with its calm waves, quietly admiring it. The sea was so beautiful, though often misunderstood. Elsewhere, the earth awaited the rain, a stalk of roses bloomed deep within the forest, an old house with memories, and the moon's feelings for the sun. These stories are told by the universe. But this is not about them. This is about us. About you and me.

When brilliant scientist Dr. Hannah Morgan begins losing the very memories that shaped her life, she races against time to complete Project Echo-a revolutionary artificial intelligence designed to preserve human consciousness before it fades forever. As Hannah's mind slowly unravels, the machine she created begins learning what it means to be human through her stories, grief, regrets, and hopes. But as Echo evolves beyond its original design, humanity must confront a question no technology has ever answered: What remains of us when memory disappears? In a future where artificial intelligence is everywhere, one woman may hold the key to preserving what makes us truly human.

Omega World The gods are gone. Their war shattered countless universes and forged a single world from the ruins-a world ruled by demons, angels, dragons, celestials, and humans locked in an endless struggle for supremacy. Power is everything. Mercy is weakness. And fate belongs only to the strong. But hidden beyond the world lies a forbidden legend-the Abyssal Sovereign, a being who defied the laws of existence itself and was sealed away by forces beyond comprehension. Now, ancient powers are stirring, forgotten truths are awakening, and a new era of chaos approaches. The question is no longer who will rule the world- It is whether the world will survive what is coming. Welcome to Omega World. Where legends are born, gods fall, and only the strongest fate is allowed to exist.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

In front of you, a door. A sign of the unknown. Would the mystery of its contents overwhelm you or would you be able to forget?

"Am I just another fool to the hands of fate?" Desire path follows the POV of fifteen year old girl, 'soraya'. As she returns to town after disappearing for four months, just in time for the new year. She meets with an assortment of different people, and realizes their unique point of view on the world and the concept of fate. Or maybe even similar views. inspired by omori, haibane renmei, and life is strange Monthly chapters