Philosophie Histoires

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.. ~

15 year old Cage's life was flipped upside down when he discovered that buried within his soul is Kisei Suru Takusan, an ancient, godlike entity whose power shook the world for thousands of years. When Cage begins awakening strange spiritual abilities, he's pulled into an unseen war fought by Practitioners and Cryptids alike. But neither side sees Cage as an ally. To them, he's a threat. Cage has to resist Takusan's pull as he grows stronger and comes to understand more of the violent world he's been forced into. Every battle brings him closer to mastering incredible power, but also a step closer to losing himself entirely. As unlikely allies, ruthless enemies, differing ideologies clash around him, Cage must decide what kind of person he'll become, and how he'll survive an ever-changing world that's at odds with him, just as much as he is with himself.

A pages of poetry; Held pain in eyes. Hoping a life with no misery , blissful , full of love and Godwottery. Song of solemn assurance, pledge and fruma. Versify in love-word, a Symphony- _that hide twinge, patience, seclusion, volition and the willies. ★Collection of Poesy★ - #LovePoetry - #Inspiration - #PoeticVibes - #Admiration - #HeartfeltWords - #SelfLove - #GrowingStrong - #NaturePoetry - #EmotionalVibes - #SadPoetry - #InnerStrength - #HomeAndLove - #LifeLesson "I hope you will like it. Before leaving, left some comments, what you feel."

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.

What is love? If I am at the other end of the abyss, would you still fall? If my consciousness are two ends of it, would you rather build a bridge? Or reach your hand to mine, knowing you won't get out?

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.

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.

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🧬 About This Story I am a life scientist and the Chief Scientific Advisor for Four-Body Problem. For years, I have dedicated my research to searching for the traces of the soul within the human body-yet it has remained elusive. Perhaps the soul does not reside in our 3D physical form, but in the fourth dimension. This book is our shared expedition into that unseen world, to uncover the true nature of consciousness, the soul, and the fabric of reality itself. 🚀 What You'll Find Here • A hard sci-fi epic rooted in 4D physics and philosophical inquiry • A journey of self-discovery, cosmic mystery, and the search for what makes us human • Regular updates, behind-the-scenes science insights, and community discussions 🔔 Join the Adventure Follow the account and turn on notifications to never miss an update. Drop a comment to share your thoughts on the soul, 4D space, and the future of humanity.

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.

"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

An archive for the unlinked and the unfiltered. These are the fragments of stories yet to be told-raw creative sparks and experimental scenes captured in their most honest form. This repository serves as a home for these narrative orphans, keeping them safe until they are ready to be woven into larger worlds.

Unfettered, Free market Capitalism. The best of all possible worlds right? When Wendy Gazab moves into a luxury apartment complex where friendship has a credit score, oxygen is sold in premium tiers, and economists explain human suffering with perfect calm. Everyone else calls this optimization. Darkly funny, disturbingly plausible, and emotionally surgical, How Do Economists Fart? is Candide for the 21st century. A procedural horror about bureaucracy, behavioral capitalism, and the terrifying possibility that the systems destroying your life are functioning exactly as designed.

NOTE: new part every Friday 17.00 CET A few centuries have passed since humanity turned down a technocratic, shadowed path. Everything is working as a well-tuned machine; on Earth; on orbit; on the Inner Solar system. Could a single, mundane accident in this perfectly tuned system be enough to lift the bonnet and reveal the the hidden things at its very heart?

Undesirables unfolds in a fractured reality where existence itself is governed by unseen laws, creators, and contradictions. The world is shaped by The Ananta--a domain that claims balance yet thrives on exclusion. Those who do not conform to its design are marked as Undesirables, beings stripped of worth, purpose, and voice. At the heart of the story is Joar, a boy burdened by an unnatural calm and an unwanted consciousness that separates him from others. He neither rebels nor submits; he observes. As reality around him fractures--floating lands, collapsing truths, and distorted time--Joar begins to realize that emotion, choice, and identity are not flaws, but threats to a system built on control. Alongside him move figures bound by fate and contradiction: a child hiding power behind innocence, warriors shaped by regret, watchers who claim neutrality, and creators who fear what they cannot predict. Each carries a different truth, yet all are drawn toward an inevitable convergence where loyalty, belief, and morality are tested. A shadow looms over the cosmos--a presence that does not rule through force, but through understanding human weakness. Its smile is not cruel, but knowing. As Joar's journey deepens, the line between creator and creation, good and evil, sacrifice and manipulation begins to dissolve. What emerges is not a tale of heroism, but of choice, not of destiny, but of refusal. Undesirables is a mythic science-fantasy epic about isolation, consciousness, and the quiet rebellion of becoming human in a universe that demands obedience. It asks a singular question: What happens when those who are deemed unnecessary refuse to disappear?

My debut Ln, in which the protagonist Satoshi Katsurou goes through a seemingly ordinary death. Expecting to be reincarnated in heaven, he ends up in an afterlife that is just as harsh as the real world. Waking up in the afterlife Katsurou finds himself in a world where Death actively performs compassion, a son racing to godhood, and a daughter who can perceive what seems to be infinite possibilities. The divine family carries the weight of the world they destroy and nurture simultaneously, a world that they could destroy should they be off by a mere milliseconds. This story isn't your typical power fantasy nor is it entirely polished, the first couple of chapters are a deterrent but the later chapters (90+) are what makes this story worth investing in!

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.