Philosphical Histoires

No world should be punished by its people.

A STAND ALONE STORY!

This compilation presents a range of Aryan's contemplations, introspections, viewpoints, and accounts of daily experiences. It additionally encompasses selected poems and other literary pieces.

⚠️ Warning: This Might Change How You See Everyone Around You Some truths are invisible until someone shows you how to notice them. People hide layers, masks, and intentions you might never spot-unless you know where to look. A careless glance can mislead you, a wrong assumption can cost more than you think. Some signals are subtle, almost imperceptible; others hit like a jolt. ⚫ This isn't about manipulation or mind games. It's about clarity, insight, and understanding the hidden currents that guide those around you. Learn the silent cues, the unspoken patterns, the gestures that reveal what people are really thinking. Mastering this changes how you move through the world-quietly, confidently, wisely. 🕯️ Curious? Pay attention. Watch closely. Every page nudges you closer to seeing what most overlook-and why that might matter more than you realize. Step inside... and the world, and the people in it, will never look the same again.

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]

In which a girl stumbled into Harry Potters life as many other things did. Except maybe this time it isn't such a bad thing. Estella Honey was orphaned as a small child and never felt at place in the world; that is until she found a new home at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. How will she navigate her new life and her new friends? Find out now!

This is a FanFic of Fundamental Paper Education made by "Kaaatie". She stopped creating it due to the constant death threats, doxxing, content farming, and the sexualization of her own characters. But she has made her return to the Internet. So, in my happiness, I created this Fan Fiction. No Sexualization. No Sexual Jokes. I just want it to be two people... two people who had life eating them from the inside out (Just like how Kaatie and all the other kids tried to show their dreams to the world, but were shunned from doing so by the world). And slowly they grow from each other... and soon they see that, maybe... just maybe that they could try... just one more time. I'm not the best when it comes to stuff like romance or anything like this. Hell, this is the first time I'm doing something like this, so... PLEASE, BE PATIENT WITH ME HERE! But, I want this to physically focus on Romance... not all the others that focus on sexual stuff to get your attention- no, just raw... love. The story mainly focuses on Mr. Balin (the Main Character) and Miss Circle. I would also state that it may take a long time before you'll be able to see Miss Circle, so if you want, in Chapter 3, that's when you'll see her, but you'll lose Lore if you do skip to Chapter 3. However, as I mentioned earlier, I would like it to focus on what it should look like. It'll be a slow burn for the first 5 or 6 chapters. Who knows, but it will pick up pace after some events happen. I'll also try to keep the lore in FPE the same, even though there's little to no lore on it, I think. There's also gonna be like... 6 or 7 extra characters, so there's also that. Another thing is that I also attend school, so it may take a while to upload every chapter. ANYWAY, ENJOY! ALSO, 300 READERS, OMG THANKS & CHAPTER 6 IS OUT, FINALLY! And chapter 7 will be delayed a bit since the pacing is a bit weird, wanna fix it rq.

The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

No one is safe. The torch of man and every single intelligent being on the planet is at stake. A hyper-intelligent race known as the Endall sees themselves as the superior race and they will die trying to defend that title. There are trillions upon trillions of these things that were created by the uncaring hands of evolution as a deadline that humanity failed to reach. And then there's Mosh. Mosh is a seemingly normal giant that is nothing but a pawn in the human military's eyes but to the Writer, he's everything. A select few know who the Writer is and even fewer know the prophecy the Writer has planned for Mosh. But Mosh doesn't know. Mosh is just living his life and sees himself as an unfortunate bystander in a global crisis. But he's being watched by more than just the Writer. Viewer Discretion is advised for violence, gore, language, alcohol use, and sexual themes.

In the 23rd century, humanity might no longer be alone in the dark forest of the cosmos-but knowledge comes at a cost. Captain Aric Cole and his crew aboard the Odyssera explore anomalies at the edge of known space, where the line between science and the unknown blurs. The Odyssera is an individually-owned vessel-not a government or corporate project-but a ship for outcasts and dreamers seeking proof of their worth and purpose, a chance to explore with goodwill, and an anchor in the vast, unforgiving universe. From rogue satellites hiding secrets older than Earth itself, to AI questioning the nature of its own soul, and microorganisms defying the laws of life, every mission challenges not only their skills-but their understanding of reality. As the crew navigates quantum tech, interstellar threats, and mysterious signals that may be cosmic coincidences-or alien contact-Aric must balance leadership, friendship, and survival, while questioning what it truly means to be alive in a universe that may not care. Moderate-paced, high-stakes, and filled with thought-provoking tech, philosophy, and societal questions, this story is perfect for fans of hard-ish sci-fi with a human touch.

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.

How do we bring change into our lives? It seems to happen on its own sometimes. What is it about change that makes us so uncomfortable? What changes scare us most? Mason confronts a coworker who's been acting oddly. He learns a lot about himself and his coworkers in the process. Will the changes he chooses to accept into his life make him better?

It's a story about a different boy. his 7 chapter of his life of encountering jasmine flower Smell. it's a ficbiography of different kinds of boy. you know what they say Jasmine Flower's smell is happiness.

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?

Ever wonder if anyone else was as confused about life as you? Welcome to my collection of existential crises wrapped in 21 chapters of insights! In this collection of insightful reflections, I'll answer everything from 'What is success?' to 'How do I truly belong somewhere?' Perfect for anyone who's ever felt lost in the maze of life or just wants to feel better about their own existential crises. (P.S. The cover art is created by yours truly!)

yo im a loser btw but i like to speak my mind even if it sounds stupid or wtv so yuh writing is fun :>

A servant's son. A cursed gift. A love that could shatter a kingdom. In a world teetering on the brink of war, Loyn, a servant's son with fragile ice magic, dares to dream of knighthood. His gift is seen as a curse, his bloodline a barrier, and his heart is filled with doubt. Yet, guided by his mother's faith and a knight whose praise is harder to earn than any victory, he presses on. Amidst the gathering storm, he finds an unlikely beacon: Princess Eila, radiant as dawn, whose kindness disarms more surely than any sword. But in a kingdom where shadows of betrayal lengthen and empires clash, their bond becomes a dangerous folly. When war consumes everything, Loyn is forced to make an impossible choice between his heart, his honor, and the fate of the very kingdom he swore to protect. ✨ Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult, Romantasy ✨ Themes: Slow Burn Romance, Forbidden Love, Magic, War, Knights, Royalty, Coming of Age ✨ Updates: Regularly (1 page = 1 day) 📖 A poetic fantasy confession about childhood and the dream to rise above it.

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]