Philosphical Stories

Who are you when you're with me? There is a version of you that your family knows. A version your oldest friends remember. A version that appears around the person who makes you laugh until you forget to be self-conscious. And perhaps a version that only exists when you're alone. We like to believe that somewhere beneath all of it is one "real" version of ourselves. The truest one. The one that exists untouched by everyone else. But what if that's not how people work? What if the people we meet don't simply become part of our lives, but quietly bring out parts of us we didn't know existed? The People We Become Around Other People is an exploration of identity, relationships, memory, and all the different selves we carry through life. The friends who make us feel like children again. The people who make us smaller. The ones who teach us confidence. The ones who teach us fear. The ones who remember a version of us we've long since outgrown. And the uncomfortable question underneath it all: If everyone knows a different version of you, which one is actually you?

Book 1 is now complete She spent her life fighting monsters no one else dared to see. When the world failed, Vedha built her own system-an underground network that hunted those who thrived on suffering. She predicted betrayal. She accepted the cost. And still-she died saving others. But death was not the end. Reborn in the age of the Mahabharata, she enters a world ruled not by logic-but by dharma. A world where men like Yudhishthira cannot escape righteousness... And beings like Krishna already know how it ends. War is inevitable. Choices are irreversible. Knowledge is not power-it is a burden .If you already know the ending... WOULD YOU STILL TRY TO change it? #1 Mahabharata #3 Mahabharata #5 Mahabharata #1 Yudhistira #1 parashurama #2 Arjuna

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Jaikar spent years chasing his dream job with unwavering discipline. Then she walked in, painting his life with colors he had never known. As love ignited, chaos threatened to shatter everything he held. She drew new stars across his skies, And ignited the fire behind his eyes. Now passion burns where order reigns. Two hearts, one tethered, one untamed. Can he keep both, the dream and the fire, Or should one fall for the other's desire? "You could've died because of me." "You could've died because of me too." "But why! Why would you do that for me?" "Something was there. Long before I know it."

18+ Margo, a philosophy student in a feminist ethics class, crosses a line one drunken night and finds herself pulled into a dark, erotic web of desire and control. What starts as a whispered challenge spirals into submission. Four different men, all hungry for power. Belts on skin, knees on carpet, mouths filled and denied, bodies used and tested. Amid debates on power, consent, and fantasy, she surrenders deeper-to pain that blooms into pleasure, to rules that strip away choice, to the quiet thrill of being nothing but obedient. A raw, unapologetic descent into kink, hierarchy, and the intoxicating edge where feminist theory meets flesh.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Myurei Natsuya, a determined delinquent with no faith in freedom, is rejected from the Hunter Program of the Cosmic Power Restoration Corporation (CPRC), not because of his ambition, but because he has less potential for an E-Grade. Hunters exist in this world to fend off threats that overpower humanity, using their leveling-up abilities and game-like interactive interface, their inventory to store weapons, putting points into their potential, and much more. After a life-altering incident, everything changes. His reputation as "the Weakest" begins to fade, setting him on a path to rise, grow, and ultimately become a force remembered for erasing the demons that threaten existence itself, thereby changing his belief in liberation. He attained a primordial power that transformed him into a cosmic being, enabling him to survive this accursed world with adaptability, responsibility, and friendship. Although he had faced trauma and struggles to be brave, he used all his strength to defend and fight for mankind and the Sovereigns, from its opposing threats named the Tyrants, leading to the end of humanity. It's Peace from Freedom, or Power. "It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows." - Epictetus Updates Weekly. (Hopefully)

College wasn't supposed to feel like the end of the world. It was supposed to be lectures, late-night cramming for exams, and study sessions with your roommates.. It was supposed to be ordinary. Not rooftop parties, library romance, or Elvis songs that made grief rise like a ghost. But nothing about the boy with storm colored eyes was ordinary. You never planned on colliding with Eren Jaeger. The boy with his head in the clouds, a past he refuses to bury, and a temper that threatens to spill over. You weren't even friends, not really. But between library coffee runs, philosophy debates that cut a little too close, and nights where the rain makes secrets fall out of him, something began to shift. He swears he's done with love. You swear you aren't falling for him. It's messy. Its complicated. Its Eren. And somehow, through the noise, it feels like fate. Like the kind of love that comes once before the world ends. ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶ eren x reader college au tw! mentions of violence, alcohol/drug use, emotional manipulation, angst, language, romantic/sexual tension, themes of death/grief, themes of abandonment/betrayal art on cover by - minpkumi !!! © All Rights Reserved

She didn't just survive the disaster- she became it. After fusing with an entire city, Kawaiia turns into something impossible: a living anomaly capable of reshaping reality itself. But power like that doesn't come quietly. As beings known as witches begin to appear-each one embodying absolute concepts like knowledge, severity, and creation-Kawaiia is forced into battles that go far beyond strength. She doesn't destroy her enemies. She understands them. And with every encounter, she changes. But there's a limit. When her power spirals out of control and collapses an entire timeline, Kawaiia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: Infinite power without control doesn't make you a god. It breaks everything. Now, standing at the edge of godhood, she faces a final choice- Rule everything... or remain human. Zero Over Heaven is a long-form, character-driven epic about overwhelming power, emotional truth, and the discipline to choose humanity over divinity. ARC 5: THE WITCH OF KNOWLEDGE IS BEING RELEASED + UPDATED VISUALS ARE ROLLING OUT across August Arc OVA: Discovery Is being Remastered across August aswell as the ongoing Arc 5 releases. Update: WE HIT 300 READS! WOOOO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! Thank you for all the support that comes this way, wouldn't have gotten this far without you I am the author of Zero Over Heaven. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road under the account MaukutheGo@t.

The Memory of Tomorrow (The Man From My Future) Dr. Alessia Moretti has spent three years trying to prove one impossible idea: The human brain doesn't just remember the past. It predicts the future. One night, she finally tests her device. And everything changes. A sunset. A quiet beach. A man she has never met... holding her hand like they've loved each other for years. The system labels the file: Future Memory - Probability: 63%. But it doesn't feel like a possibility. It feels real. Too real. As Alessia searches for the stranger from her vision, the device begins to reveal more fragments of what hasn't happened yet- and something hidden inside them. Something she can't ignore. Because the moment she saw... doesn't end well. Now she's faced with a choice that could change everything: If you already knew how your love story ends- would you still choose to live it?

Camdyn never wanted to lead. But when his brother is killed and their community falters, he's forced into a role he was never meant to fill. As the Withering spreads, twisting creatures and devouring the land, Camdyn sets out to find a cure. In the wreckage of human civilization, magic has reawakened, and with it, old beings long forced into hiding. Camdyn forges an uneasy alliance with Flora, a tree nymph sworn to protect the wilds, and Saelune, a Sirin haunted by visions of ruin. Together they discover a devastating truth: the Withering is not a disease, but the symptom of a world where the ancient source of balance has been broken. To heal it, they must journey into the Verdant Deep, where salvation comes at a price and the cost of restoring harmony may demand more than any of them are ready to give. **content warning: some (biological) horror elements are depicted throughout the story** __________________ "Camdyn froze. The creature stepped into view. It had once been a large stag, but now it was something else-mutated and rabid. Its head hung crooked on its neck, its coat patchy and matted, blackened with disease and decay. Its eyes locked onto his, hollow and haunting. Even the ground seemed to rot under its tread. He'd seen it before. Once. With his brother. The creature wasn't the same, but the sickness was."

"For a second chance." "Mei..." "No..." "I will be..." "Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria." "This time..." "I will not fail." - After recreating existence for the chance to meet the one who had always chosen her, Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria strives to live her new life to the fullest. Yet after separating herself from the Plenitude Without Reason, she finds herself detached from the very humanity she wishes to reclaim. Together with Kyle, the man she has chosen at every waking moment. She sets out to become human once more. To live, rather than simply exist. To choose, rather than merely affirm. As they journey forward, the two guide one another toward the very thing they have both long sought. For Anathasia, it is the humanity she abandoned in exchange for preserving existence itself. For Kyle, it is an understanding of his place within the force that once erased everything they had. Two paths converge. One is the reason existence continues to exist. The other is the nature that once dissolved all distinctions. Together, they seek an equilibrium. Not to recreate existence, but to reclaim what should have been from the very beginning.

Death should have been the end of Aerlene Ray. Instead, the seventeen-year-old girl-afflicted with single-sided deafness-awakens from the brink of the afterlife. She returns with senses sharpened beyond human limits, and an invisible wound etched deep into her soul. Beyond the mirror of her mind, unfamiliar whispers call her name. Shadowy entities linger at the edge of her breath. When the skies fall silent and darkness begins collecting the debt of the souls, Aerlene must traverse forgotten realms. Her only guides are an immortal cursed by Heaven, and a spirit summoner seeking his own redemption. Together, they must uncover the shattered fragments of an ancient relic, visible only to those who have died and returned-shards of power capable of shaking the foundations of fate... or erasing it entirely. In a world where destiny carves its price into the soul... What is free will when every path leads to the same end? And who truly holds dominion over life and death: God, the Devil... or beating drum of your own heart? (Originally write in Bahasa Indonesia) New chapter updated is around weekend (Friday-Saturday) Sincerely, Elin H. Marlene (Author of Iyrin : A Veil of Wings & Whispers) Iyrin is not a story about defeating darkness, but rather about understanding why light and darkness both exist, and then choosing the path to take between them. A metaphysical gothic dark fantasy about memory, death, and the burden of love.

A coherent theory of the rise and fall of civilizations. These commitments apply to any system - regardless of its label. I. Belonging requires fairness. A nation or community survives only when membership is built on trust and mutual duty. II. Value must be real. A society that rewards only extraction will hollow itself from within. III. Freedom begins in the mind. If thought can be bought or nudged, all other liberties are illusions - including the liberty to click 'agree' to terms you haven't read. IV. Institutions live on trust. Money, markets, and media endure only as long as belief in them does. The fact that the Wayback Machine (web.archive.org) has preserved over 800 billion web pages means that institutional betrayals now have permanent records. V. Systems are choices. Every arrangement of power can be remade. The question is not whether change is possible, but whether we have the courage to pursue it - and whether we will find that courage by scrolling, or by putting down the phone. The ideas here are not the author's alone. They are drawn from centuries of people who refused to accept that injustice was inevitable - philosophers, economists, poets, scientists, and ordinary citizens who insisted that systems are choices, and that choices can always be made again. They are also drawn from the millions of people posting in subreddits, writing on Substack (substack.com), publishing on Medium (medium.com), arguing on Hacker News (news.ycombinator.com), and building in public on GitHub - the vast, noisy, imperfect commons of the internet, where the next social deal is already being drafted, one commit, one post, one thread at a time. That insistence is the oldest form of hope there is. It is also, in the end, the only one that matters.

Reflections, lessons and thoughts on everyday life. Life is full of emotions, choices, struggles and questions that sometimes we don't know the answer. This is a collection of personal reflections about the things that we experience but don't always talk about - emotions and decisions, forgiveness and bitterness, faith and doubt, relationship, social media, traits in life and quiet battles inside our minds. Some thoughts may be disturbing and some may be challenging. Some may remind you of your own experience in life. Well, these are not perfect answers. Just simple thoughts from an ordinary mind trying to understand life, people, faith and everything in between. New reflections will be added along the way.

Em uma cidade portuária de invernos longos e luz cinza, onde os canais refletiam o céu com a mesma indiferença com que o tempo passava, vivia uma jovem chamada Ethica Spinoza. Ela havia sido separada de sua comunidade ainda adolescente. Não por um crime de sangue ou de palavra, mas por uma forma de olhar o mundo que os outros consideravam perigosa. Desde então, Ethica habitava um pequeno quarto no andar alto de uma casa estreita, perto do porto. Ali, ela trabalhava com precisão quase ritualística: polia lentes de vidro até que a transparência se tornasse quase invisível, até que a luz passasse através delas sem distorção. Era um ofício silencioso, repetitivo, e de certa forma cruel consigo mesma. Cada lente levava dias. Às vezes semanas. E quando terminava, ela as entregava a um intermediário sem nunca perguntar para quem seriam usadas. A cidade a tratava com uma distância respeitosa e fria. As pessoas sabiam que ela existia, mas raramente a saudavam. Ethica não se queixava. Preferia a solidão a qualquer afeto que viesse misturado com pena ou curiosidade. Nos finais de tarde, quando a luz se tornava baixa e azulada, ela sentava à janela e observava o movimento dos navios, a forma como a água se quebrava e se recomponía, a maneira como as pessoas atravessavam as pontes como se suas vidas fossem separadas umas das outras. Com o tempo, começou a notar que nada daquilo era realmente separado. Havia uma ordem quieta em tudo. Não uma ordem moral, nem uma ordem que prometesse justiça ou conforto. Apenas uma necessidade profunda, quase musical, que ligava o vento à onda, a onda à madeira do cais, a madeira ao homem que a pisava, e o homem ao pensamento que ele nem sabia estar pensando. Ethica começou a escrever. Não diários sentimentais, mas proposições. Definições. Demonstrações. Escrevia como quem constrói uma estrutura que não pode ser abalada por sentimentos. E, quanto mais escrevia, mais o mundo ao seu redor parecia perder suas ar

Thoughts that seek no logic, poems that fly without taking any direction. A collection that does not seek to engage in discourse, though the Outer and the Inner both demand it. No images, only words shaping a diary that seeks neither a purpose, nor an end.

Avery has been trapped in a tumultuous relationship with her grandpa since she could talk. One she has made all manner of attempts to run away from. Him and her Great Grandma, are the only family she knows. All hell breaks loose once she, Lady Veronica Ray Rose falls to her to death. In an attempt to break free from the shackles of abuse, Avery triggers a ticking bomb that explodes on her, rendering all the doors to her past open. A past she would never have deemed possible to exist. And yet it does. She's left with no option but to venture into a world she has no idea how it runs. It's in this world that they collide. Avery Nikita Rose and Denver King Paris. But Nikita is in no mood to hover in that world. Will she open her heart to a fragment of a past she wants nothing to do with? Or will she let it fade into the distant horizon... I mean, who needs that baggage anyway?

Greenhouse Notes: Kinda crazy, but full of wonder Greenhouse Notes is not a book about having all the answers. It is a record of what happens when you stop demanding them. It began with simple questions-why, where, when, and how-and somehow those questions kept growing. Into gardens. Kitchens. Forests. Relationships. Grief. Joy. Work. Identity. The strange little moments that seem insignificant until you look at them long enough and realize they were telling you something. This is a collection of essays about learning to see. Not just what is happening, but what might be happening underneath it. Not just what something means, but what else it could mean. Not just the feeling itself, but what the feeling is trying to reveal before we rush to explain it away. Like a greenhouse, these pages hold a little bit of everything: things being cultivated, things being neglected, things outgrowing their containers, things that refuse to bloom on schedule, and things that somehow survive despite us. There are no neat formulas here. No five-step systems for becoming your best self. No promise that if you simply understand enough, life will finally make sense. There is only the invitation to look closer. Because sometimes the most ordinary thing becomes strange when you really notice it. A seed can make you think about patience. A meal can make you think about memory. A relationship can reveal the parts of yourself you hadn't met yet. A forest can make you reconsider what you thought you knew about being alive. And sometimes a question doesn't lead to an answer at all. Sometimes it leads to another question. And another. Sometimes they chain and create their own multiverse. And, somehow, that turns out to be the point. This is not certainty. It is curiosity in motion. A little chaotic. A little tender. Occasionally ridiculous. And, hopefully, full of wonder.

This is a philosophical article in which I aim to present the system I created for the world of Willington. If you are curious about Willington and want to learn more about how it works, this is made just for you, as it will provide an overview of the city's ideology while helping you understand the mindset of its inhabitants.