Philosophie Stories

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( 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

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

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? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ DISCLAIMER: Every word, character, plot, and idea in this story is the author's intellectual property. Copying, reprinting, translating, adapting, or using it in any way without the author's explicit permission is strictly prohibited. Remember, seeking inspiration and stealing someone else's work are two different things. Any attempt to copy this work or claim it as your own will be considered copyright infringement and may result in appropriate action. Read, appreciate, and share your opinions, but don't put your name on what doesn't belong to you.

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)

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.

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]

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?

Words unwritten, a quill with no ink. The ethereal shrouded with truth, lies that keep the mundane from taking hold. Stories, untold - Only whispered, only carried by winds unfelt but by those who listen closely. So listen, between these lines you might find echoes of a voice you once had. One you silenced in favor of normalcy. One you locked away deep within the pages of your heart, the very ones you forbade every soul that came close from reading. The very ones that stoke the fire you so very desperately desire. For thine eyes only, you kindred spirits who share the fate of looking from a distance.

Pyotr Volok has spent eleven years building a machine designed to answer one of humanity's oldest questions: why people become who they are. His model is elegant, ruthless, and seemingly complete, a mathematical proof that every life unfolds according to hidden structures laid down long before choice becomes possible. Then a letter arrives from his estranged twin brother Pavel, serving time in a prison colony outside Kazan. As Pyotr confronts the uncomfortable implications of his own work, the machine begins to illuminate a painful truth: the distance between him and Pavel may have emerged from differences so small they were once invisible. Yet as the brothers cautiously reconnect through letters, something happens that the model cannot fully account for. Across years of silence, prison walls, and lives that diverged long ago, understanding begins to flow where certainty fails. The Initial Conditions is a story about free will and fate, science and forgiveness, and the mysterious spaces between people that no theory can entirely explain. At its heart lies a haunting question: if our lives are shaped by forces beyond our control, what remains of responsibility-and what remains of love?

On the Failure of Being is a ruthless philosophical examination of existence that strips away humanity's most cherished illusions. It argues that religion, nations, legacy, purpose, and even hope are psychological constructions designed to shield conscious beings from a terrifying reality: an indifferent universe, unavoidable suffering, and a death that offers no redemption. Through concepts such as The Great Lie, The Fools, and the conflict between Hardware and Software, the book dismantles comforting narratives and exposes the machinery beneath them. It challenges the morality of procreation, questions the value of progress, and portrays human life as an unwanted journey imposed upon those who never consented to exist. Refusing consolation or optimism, the work invites readers to stare directly into the void and confront the possibility that existence itself may be humanity's greatest and most enduring delusion.

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

On an ordinary Friday night in her dorm room at Aldenmoor University, Emmy Calloway is doing what she always does - avoiding her psychology textbook, eating chips that belong to someone else, and trying very hard not to think too carefully about Julian Hartwell. Julian is her best friend. Has been for five years. He is quiet where she is loud, careful where she is impulsive, and the one person in her life she has never quite been able to categorize. She has tried. She keeps failing. Then Julian excuses himself to the bathroom, and everything changes. He comes back different. Comprehensively, impossibly, undeniably different - same dark eyes, same careful mind, same dry wit that Emmy has been cataloguing for years - but inhabiting a body that the universe has apparently decided, without consultation, should be female. No explanation. No warning. No way to undo it, or at least no way either of them can find. What follows is not the story of a crisis. It is the story of two people who have been in love with each other for years without quite admitting it, suddenly finding that all the careful distances they kept have quietly ceased to apply. Emmy has always been the person Julian turned to. Now she has to reckon with what she is to him - and what he has always been to her. Juliet is only beginning to discover who she is. But she knows, with the certainty of someone who has spent years watching Emmy Calloway from a desk chair in a fairy-lit room, exactly who she wants to spend that discovery with. The Nearest Heart is a story about identity, transformation, and the specific courage it takes to stop managing love from a safe distance and let it be what it is. It is also, occasionally, about sports bras.

the memories of a love lost and purity tainted.

this is philosophy, nor this is story

Trey is a lonely person. He won't admit it, much less complain about it. Especially since it is nobody's problem but his. He knows he's deterring; nothing about him is particularly spectacular, and overall, he's average. He has a total of four acquaintances and one friend. All of which are superior to him in every way you could fathom.

This is the chrysalis of human experience laid bare.

Rambling ruminations, words of wisdom and awesome alliteration from your favorite coyote. An experiment, not so much a story as a stream of consciousness focused on human folly. Please enjoy the silly similes and playful, philosophical, political, provocative, purposeful, and pensive prose, pontifications, parables, philippics and polemics. As with Schrodinger's cat, everything is uncertain until you take a peek. Spoiler, the cat is alive. What happens to the rest of us is the uncertainty.