Philosophy Stories

This is not a story. It is a collection of fractures. Thoughts written in the quiet moments - about control, fear, darkness, ego, and the parts of us that die without ever stopping their breath.

Is Percy Jackson a troubled kid? You could say that. 4 schools, 4 years, 4 expulsions. It's hard not to come to that conclusion, and it's even harder to find a school that will take Percy without writing an essay to the headmaster. So when a mysterious letter from a mysterious, strange school named Hogwarts arrives, inviting Percy to attend with 0 consequences and 0 risk of judgment, only Percy's step-dad, Gabe, is against Percy attending... And Percy doesn't really care what his step-dad thinks anyway. So join Percy Jackson as he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and learns the secrets that hide within the castle's stone walls.

The poetry collection 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 is a window into my inner world, open to those willing to take a glimpse inside. Here, works written years ago intertwine with new pieces that capture echoes of events that stirred deep emotions in my soul. While reading them, you may feel a connection and share the feelings and emotions I once experienced─or still carry within me. !！𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 !！ * 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯. 🏆 𝟳𝘅 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦

FROM EDEN | ❝Even the afterlife is a forking nightmare!❞ Despite her untimely death, Beth Ardon has to admit that the afterlife has its perks. Among them is having her own, universe-approved dreamboat of a soulmate. Surely she can relax now? She made it into the Good Place, after all... It is almost too good to be true. ( extended summary inside ) the good place: seasons 1-4 | fem!oc × masc!oc © starryeyedturtle cover made by @nightwvngs #1 in thegoodplace (on 29/01/2026)

Two years before Izuku Midoriya enters U.A., another class of aspiring heroes begins their journey. Follow Osore Todokae during his first year at U.A, meeting future friends and rivals as he brings his own vision of heroism. Flair, attitude, music and a groundbreaking level of ambition. First part of a trilogy, reunite with familiar faces, meet new ones and get to know some of U.A's top students.

In which Harry Potter's brother embarks on his own epic journey at the famous Hogwarts, unaware of a secret that'll ignite a war that no one can stop. ~~~ S1 - Transformers: Origins S2 - Transformers: Chamber Of Secrets S3 - Transformers: Ilvermorny S4 - Transformers: Goblet Of Fire S5 - Transformers: Heroes Of Ilvermorny S6 - Transformers: Titans Reckoning S7 - Transformers: Deathly Hallows

"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.. ~

A Wattpad girlie. Raw thoughts. Conflicting. Illusions.

Dr. Alessia Moretti has spent three years proving a theory the scientific world refuses to believe. The human brain doesn't just remember the past. It predicts the future. Late one night in her quiet university lab, Alessia finally tests the device she built to prove it-a neural interface capable of capturing the brain's hidden simulations of future experiences. What she sees changes everything. A sunset. A quiet beach. And a man she has never met... holding her hand like they've loved each other for years. The system labels the file automatically: Future Memory - Probability: 63%. There's only one problem. The moment feels too real to ignore. Determined to understand what she saw, Alessia begins searching for the mysterious stranger from her vision. But as fragments of the future start appearing through her device, she discovers something terrifying hidden within the memory she witnessed. The moment she saw... doesn't end well. Now Alessia must face a question that could change everything she believes about love, fate, and time itself: If you knew the future of your love story... would you still choose to live it? A sweeping blend of science, destiny, and unforgettable romance, The Memory of Tomorrow is a story about the moments that shape our lives-and the ones waiting for us ahead.

Nature themed poetry collection 🍂

A compilation dedicated to the life and writings of Franz Kafka. This book begins with a glimpse into Kafka's life and the world that shaped his work. It is followed by a collection of his quotes, excerpts from his writings, and later some of his letters to Milena. Kafka's words explore themes of identity, loneliness, and the strange complexities of human existence. This collection is meant for readers who admire his work or are discovering it for the first time.

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

Some stories lose their magic when they are explained too early. This one is better discovered step by step. The author prefers to let the events speak for themselves. All you need to do... is read.

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

The discovery was supposed to change science. Instead, it changed reality. When researchers uncover a strange phenomenon known as the Echoes, it seems like nothing more than an unusual signal - a distortion in space-time. Until it enters the human brain. Once inside neural systems, the Echoes adapt. They learn. They align. What began as random noise is becoming something else. Something intelligent. And it may have been waiting for humanity to find it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world where fear feeds the dark, loyalty fractures, secrets unravel, and love becomes the only thing worth dying for. Some will merge souls to seal the tear. Some will break to save the rest. Trust shatters. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to The Celestial Riders. The convergence has begun.

Is wrongdoing a choice, a habit or something deeper within us? And what does it say about us when we fear becoming the very people we judge?

Kenji Aizawa was once a devoted Catholic in Tokyo. Faith was simple to him-until tragedy struck. After his youngest sister dies in a sudden hit-and-run accident, Kenji's world collapses. The prayers he once trusted feel empty, and the answers he seeks never come. Desperate to understand life, death, and the meaning of suffering, he begins researching religions across the world. Three faiths lead him in circles. But the fourth one opens a door. His search takes him to the sacred city of Varanasi, where he meets a mysterious Japanese pandit named Ryuji-an encounter that changes everything. From the burning ghats of the Ganges to the vibrant temples of Bangkok, Kenji begins experiencing impossible events: languages he never learned suddenly flow from his mouth, a flute echoes wherever he goes, and a strange pendant with a peacock feather appears in his possession. As his family struggles to understand his spiritual transformation, Kenji realizes his journey is not just about religion. It is about the soul. About karma. And about a mysterious guide who may not be human at all. When the truth is finally revealed in a dream, Kenji discovers something unimaginable: The pandit who guided him may actually be Krishna. And Kenji himself may have lived many lives before this one. A spiritual drama about grief, destiny, and the search for truth, The River of Many Gods follows one man's journey across faith, cultures, and lifetimes. Some paths are chosen. Others are remembered.

A fantasy story of political tension and hidden movements in a changing world, where every choice matters and the future is already being written. P.S Releasing every Monday and Thursday.

11x 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?