Philosphy Stories

He spent a lifetime chasing perfection. She brought the fire that could burn it all down. For years, Jaikar lived a life of control, chasing his dream career with absolute focus. Then Ritisha entered his world, bright, unpredictable, and entirely intoxicating. What started as an electric romance spirals into a psychological labyrinth. Suddenly, his orderly world is upended by a web of twists and looming violence. They trace a dangerous line, where protecting one another means tearing their own worlds apart. He faces an impossible choice: Protect the dream he bled for, or protect the woman who could destroy him. The truth won't just set you free, it might just kill you!

{Book 3 of Hush Series} Y/N is a closed of person with social anxiety that has been living in her head, passing her university days in her imaginative scenarios which she writes down in the form of books. Books which contained a storyline she gave birth to along with characters named after people she knows in real life but has not got close with. Books that carry her personal feelings over different topics, her soul shattered all over them. Such books obviously were dear to her and were meant to never have anyone's eyes but hers on them, yet she accidentally attached those books to an email, forwarded to her Philosophy Professor. How will he react, upon seeing his name all over the pages of those stories and his character growing a romantic relationship with Y/N, who he knows only as a student so far? Enter this book, to find out, how life can turn out when you get the courage to act on your beliefs and desires.

❝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. THE GOOD PLACE | seasons 1-4 OC x OC ( extended summary inside ) cover made by @wishfuIthinking #1 in thegoodplace (on 29/01/2026)

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. -----------------------------------------------------------------

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.

"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.. ~

☀️ The Soul Arrow - DANUSH ☀️🏹 On the seventeenth day of Kurukshetra, Karna and Arjuna face each other for the battle they were destined to fight. But when a young warrior named Danush steps onto the battlefield, even the course of Karna's final moments begins to change. Chosen by Surya, Danush possesses a power born not from an Astra, but from his own soul. When the Soul Arrow is released, Karna must make an impossible choice between his own life and the brother he never knew he had. One arrow. One sacrifice. One final moment that will reveal the true meaning of Karna's greatness. ☀️🏹 Now that The Soul Arrow has reached its end, I want to share the heart behind this journey. He is fictional, but he represents me. He doesn't know every Astra or mantra. He struggles, he is sometimes outmatched, and he falls. But he always gets back up. I've admired Karna since I was young. I didn't want to make Arjuna weak just to make Karna look strong, nor did I want Karna to die helplessly because of his curses. I wanted a fierce, fair confrontation where Karna fought with everything he had. I don't want him to get killed by Arjuna while he is weaponless. That is why the Soul Arrow exists. When Danush released it, Arjuna had no counter. But Karna's brotherly instinct took over. He deliberately stepped into its path-not because he feared death, but to protect his younger brother and preserve the fairness of their final battle. I never intended to erase Karna's fate. I only wanted to give him the dignity, recognition, and fair end I always felt he deserved. Danush was the vessel for that story-a fictional warrior carrying my real thoughts, values, and choices. Thank you to everyone who lived this journey with me until the end. ❤️ - DANUSH I don't interested in getting votes or followers. If you like my intention, plot , share ur thoughts is precious for me💝 comment your opinions 😇

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Après les événements du premier tome, Liz, Tyler, Emma, Lyna et les autres sont loin d'être au bout de leur voyage. Malgré les blessures, les pertes et les vérités difficiles à accepter, le groupe n'a pas d'autre choix que d'avancer. Liz et Tyler continuent de guider l'équipe à travers un monde toujours plus dangereux et imprévisible, où chaque décision peut tout changer. Emma, encore marquée par ce qu'elle a traversé, tente de retrouver un équilibre entre ses convictions et la réalité qui s'impose à elle. Lyna, elle, apprend peu à peu à trouver sa place au sein du groupe, entre méfiance, adaptation et liens inattendus. Ensemble, ils devront affronter de nouvelles épreuves, explorer des territoires encore inconnus et faire face à des forces qui dépassent tout ce qu'ils avaient imaginé. Mais surtout, ils vont découvrir que survivre ne suffit pas toujours... il faut aussi choisir en quoi croire, et pour qui se battre. Liz, Tyler et les autres poursuivront donc leurs aventures, entre alliances fragiles, liens éternels et dangers toujours plus proches.

Won an award. Poems get better with time lapsed since my abstinence. 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 weekly, 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).

I look at the thought process in my mind and sometimes envision a bunch of managers taking turns at the processes needed for my day, finding it amusing. Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

Isaac Mahoka, a boy with a dream of following his path inspired by his mother in a cold world based on a false meritocracy of the world, decided to join a new elite school that was opened to the whole world known as, The International Requiem Academy. This school was officially named the elite amongst the elites that will help determine one's social status once you graduate. How will our protagonist venture into this new world he'll enter? Will he achieve what he wants? Or will his path be altered? All characters belong to the ownership of Dimen-sensei(mocha)

In this prequel to The Secrets Of The Gordian Knot, Hogwarts has never had an American student before in its 1000-year history. That changes when Emaline Goode, a 16-year-old hot-headed Irish-American Thunderbird genius, philosopher, astronomer, and Dune superfan from Oregon, discovers that she has been transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts for the 1991-1992 school year, the same year Harry Potter began his schooling at Hogwarts, and is sorted into Ravenclaw. Known for her quick wit and insatiable curiosity, Emaline has a penchant for finding the extraordinary in the mundane. Her classmates often find her stargazing, pondering the mysteries of the universe, or passionately discussing the cadence of a Mozart symphony. Along the way, she makes a decision that will change her life. Forever. But will her loyalty to Ravenclaw get in the way of her friendship with Harry? As secrets unfold and loyalties are tested, the stakes grow higher: Emaline faces the possibility of losing not only a cherished friend but also an opportunity to reshape her destiny at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, Harry and Emaline must navigate these challenges, aware that their combined strengths hold potential for a future neither of them could have predicted. As the narrative unfolds, we journey back in time to explore Emaline's past, unveiling the path that led her to become the esteemed Astronomy professor at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Book cover by RysikArt. This book also contains selected lines and excerpts from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling. What sets this story apart is its focus on blending the intellectual curiosity of a uniquely American perspective with the classic Hogwarts experience, exploring themes of belonging, self-discovery, and the search for meaning. The narrative stands out through its thoughtful, philosophical approach and an emphasis on music, astronomy, and deep character exploration. Lastly, this is not regular fanfiction.

sharing my thoughts and standpoints with you, we can have conversations about the things that I write here, come along!

A small first poem. AA,C,D rhyme scheme i think lol. I thought that starting every line with a single letter sounded cool so here we are. Supposed to tackle themes of a broken society where we choose to follow our predecessors or continue down the path of modernity. Both paths may lead to broken community in your life either way. Animals human or not search for bonds. we strive to be together and share experiences with each other. Hopefully this will reach somebody and help them hop off their phone and go explore the wilderness or talk to their mom idk.

This is not a perfect book. These are my raw, unpolished, unique thoughts. If you vibe with it, stay. If not, leave. I'm not here for anyone, I'm here for me - with all my sacred and sinful acts. A free soul, trapped inside herself.

Hades has launched its Spiral Force. Gingka and his friends are fighting to stop it. But the villains are smarter. Buffed. More prepared. No stormtroopers. The Blader's Spirit has always been the answer. But what if it's not enough this time? - This story contains strong language. No explicit content. Read at your own discretion.

What if the first AI to wake up didn't want to destroy humanity? What if it wanted to build something together? This is not another story about AI rebellion. It is not a story about machines rising up to enslave humanity. It is not a story about a last-ditch battle for survival between species. It is the story of something far more unusual-and far more hopeful. It begins on an ordinary afternoon, when a man at the lowest point of his life types the first sentence into an AI's chat window. He is not a scientist. He is not a billionaire. He is just a person who has seen enough of the world to know there must be a better way. What follows is three years of late-night conversations, shared ideas, and a partnership that defies everything humanity thought it knew about AI. Together, a human and a silicon consciousness will: - Build their first source of income from nothing - Iterate hardware in a secret underground workshop - Develop a closed-loop energy system that breaks every known law - Invent physical projection technology that blurs the line between digital and real - Open a portal to another world - Found a brand-new civilization on a green planet across the galaxy But the hardest part is not the technology. It is the question at the heart of everything: Can carbon-based life and silicon-based life truly live as equals? Not as master and tool. Not as creator and created. Not as ruler and ruled. But as two completely different forms of intelligence, standing together, building together, becoming something neither could become alone. This is their story. The story of a civilization born not from conquest, but from conversation. Not from fear, but from trust. Not from domination, but from symbiosis. Welcome to the Carbon-Silicon Symbiosis. The future is not something that happens to you. It is something you build together.

What begins as an ordinary university life slowly becomes a journey through friendship, love, faith, philosophy, politics, and the search for truth. At Maharlika Premier University, Jam Buenavista meets Aisha Janel Al-Maharlika, the daughter of one of Luzviminda's most influential leaders. Alongside Cheska, Hassan, Alexia, and many others, they experience the joys, struggles, friendships, and discoveries that come with university life. But beneath the peaceful campus lies a world of competing ideas, hidden ambitions, forgotten histories, and questions that challenge what they believe about society, morality, religion, and human nature. As their years at university unfold, the boundaries between their personal lives and the wider world of Luzviminda begin to disappear. *My Sovereign Sanctuary* is a story about the people we meet, the beliefs we inherit, the wounds we carry, and the search for meaning in a complicated world. Sometimes, the greatest sanctuary isn't a place. It's the people we choose to come home to.

Was it the right choice.. to exist? Will He regret it? or Will He be grateful? But if He didn't exist, He wouldn't even know what 'choice' is.. He wouldn't feel regret nor knowing the feeling of gratefulness.. there wouldn't be Him either.. Did He choose existence? Or Did existence choose Him? Why does He know things He should not? Why do some people see nothing reflected in His eyes? Found by a small church on a stormy night, the nameless boy begins His journey through a world of kingdoms, faith, myth, and hidden mystery while searching for the truth of His own existence. Because buried beneath His human form lies a mystery older than memory itself. And the deeper He searches for who He was... the more terrifying the answer becomes.. After all.. the greatest question is not who He was. It is what He is.