Philosphy 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

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.

A sold-out island concert. A mysterious artist worshipped like a prophet. A couple caught between ecstasy and paranoia. After taking a "VIP enhancement," Daniel begins seeing things no one else does - whispers about a Dark Lord, blood that vanishes, and followers who seem too devoted to be just fans. When he and his wife wake up beneath the stadium, confronted by the magnetic and unsettling Semiterri, the question is no longer whether something is wrong. It's whether they were chosen. And whether freedom was ever free.

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.

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?

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. I have been thinking a lot lately. More in an ai chat. Literally dealing with the world itself as I try to get to where I can write. Dealing with mental illness. Literally transitioning in this political climate. Might make a good autobiography One day. The following is a journal of my last years. Literally plan to thrive. Editing passes to come. This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice. Yes me. A trans girl in the middle of societal scapegoating and possibly societal collapse. It is important to learn from the past. So learning from by while making something to be learned from. This is why I am posting it. Its apart of an omnibus. Planed by me. This is an infinite evolving project. Lets us see where it goes.

On a rainy afternoon in 2052, a young man enters a virtual museum of human history almost out of boredom, only to leave it far less certain about the world, himself, and his place in time. Guided by an artificial intelligence that combines precision with wit, Kostas moves through halls where collective survival becomes property, empires become ruins, revolutions give birth to freedoms and new forms of violence, and progress advances always side by side with loss. Reflections is a contemplative science-fiction story about memory and alienation, about the invisible threads that bind grand history to the most private life, and about the moment a person looks at his own reflection and begins, perhaps for the first time, to see within it not only himself, but a world in motion.

The Memory of Tomorrow (The Man From My Future) Dr. Alessia Moretti has spent three years trying to prove a theory the scientific world refuses to believe: The human brain doesn't only remember the past. It predicts the future. Late one night in her university lab, Alessia finally tests the device she built to prove it - a neural interface designed to capture the brain's hidden simulations of future experiences. What the system records changes everything. A sunset. A quiet beach. And a man she has never met... holding her hand like they have loved each other for years. The system labels the file automatically: Future Memory - Probability: 63%. But something about the moment feels too real to ignore. Determined to understand what she saw, Alessia begins searching for the mysterious stranger from her vision. As her device reveals more fragments of the future, she uncovers something terrifying hidden inside the memory she witnessed. The moment she saw... doesn't end well. Now Alessia must confront 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.

Today is a Day and it's a Ray

Three unfinished words. That's all Marcus Ellison brings into a government records office: **IN GOD WE** No explanation. No request. No ending. What follows isn't a protest or a crime. It's not even a movement, yet. One might call it a disruption. Marcus is a man shaped by prison, pain, and something deeper he can't ignore. James Carter is a law student obsessed with understanding it. And somewhere inside the system, people are starting to notice something they can't explain... A truth that can't be measured. A value the world forgot how to count. As reality begins to shift, one question echoes louder than the rest: What if faith was never meant to be finished by men? "In God We" is a powerful urban parable about faith, value, and the difference between what the world counts... and what actually counts.

In the court of West High, Prince Schneizel I Wilhelm is the loneliest man in any room he enters. Not because people ignore him they don't. They fear him. His size, his silence, his face that reveals nothing. The royal code meant to teach him intimacy has produced instead a man who has never been genuinely seen, and never told anyone that he fills private rooms with paintings nobody has ever looked at. One day he saw a women at Lacus Caloris a tall, full-figured, sharp-eyed with the particular quality of someone who has learned to read people as a survival skill , at first glance he was mesmerize . The underworld calls her the "Thick one " that reduces everything , to a single physical fact. At the lake, in the cool morning hours she has claimed as her own, none of that follows her. They begin meeting almost daily. He hides his identity. She notices the deliberate vagueness and files it away useful, noted, not yet understood. What neither of them plans for is what seven months of honest conversation does to two people who have never had it before. She does not soften her observations to make him comfortable. He does not perform wisdom he doesn't have. She teaches him to listen before he acts. He discovers, slowly, that he is capable of being something other than frightening. What follows is a love story built in stolen hours at a volcanic lake and a tragedy built on everything surrounding it. His father's reach. An empire waiting to be born. A portrait painted from love and never shown. A woman who had a plan for her own freedom and almost made it out. The story history tried to erase of the woman who shaped the man who shaped the world, and what it cost her to do it without ever knowing that she had.

A flash fiction about the falsity and impossibility of "flawlessness" and "perfection" within humans.

Life flows with nature and there is a season for everything.

Does modern society hate life and beauty too much?

Humanity once believed everything could be placed into archetypes and clean categories. In the near future, a complex system built to assist humanity quietly governs the city of NeonMoon. Strange incidents have emerged as murder mysteries, blurring the boundaries that humanity once relied on. Investigator Elorie Allaire finds herself chasing answers that won't be confined by the old rules. As truth and illusion grow harder to tell apart, one question remains: When everything begins to break, what was humanity never meant to see?

I want to say that I am just like you. This book is not to say I'm a brilliant Muslim. Not to say I pray every single salah/ namaz on time, or that I spend all my free time reading Quran, or that I have some sort of understanding of this religion you've struggled to grasp. No. I am just like you. A teenager who questions, who sometimes doesn't understand this religion. This book is a clarification and a compilation of things that improve my deen, and InshaAllah (If God wills), can also appeal to yours. If I find a convincing argument for or against, I will add it to this book in the chapter that fits.

Being upfront that the cover art is an AI rendition of a drawing I made. Come at me, or don't. I hardly use this app😭 This is just a book comprised of various poetry and writings I jot down from my thoughts, of which there are many. Thank you.

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.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.