Historias de Philosphy

Before you stands the Emperor. Master of Mankind, Joint Ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, Conqueror of the Stars, Bane of Xenos, Immortal Wisdom, Curse of Malevolent Gods, Watcher on the Golden Throne... And most importantly: Humanity's Eternal God, Indestructible Faith, Creator of the Greatest Suffering, Bearer of the Greatest Suffering. His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred, primal dreams are turning into the very ignorance and atrocities that will kill him. He is weeping. He is screaming. He is helpless, witnessing endless malice amidst infinite suffering. And I? I am the one who ended His suffering. (Female Primarch, original Legion, no devotion to Chaos. The author will try their best to maintain lore accuracy, "grimdark" flavor, and daily updates. The beginning might be a bit difficult to read, so feel free to read a few chapters to see if you can adapt.) 🚨 Important Note : For the continuity of this story consider to Support us on Pãtreon/Flokixy to access advance Chapters and To Support The Daily Update

My name is Tomoko Rui I am fifteen years old, I don't quite understand the concept of humanity and what it's supposed to stand for, or what it's supposed to feel like. This is my story, and the journey I had trying to find the true and real meaning behind being a human. (Updates each Sunday if not busy!) TW:mild mentions of suicide and descriptions that may affect sensitive readers! Continue at your own comfort I am a very young writer that tries to share theyr thoughts through stories, and I wish that I reach the right audience! Before you read the story itself id like to mention that my grammar sucks a lot, and that I don't really go by the rules since I want the story to feel like Rui is speaking from his own perspective on the moment you read! Also this is FICTIVE and nothing from the story has really happened, don't confuse that just because the MC has the same name as me, the author.

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. Two strangers caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction • Literary Fiction • Contemporary • New Adult • Realistic Fiction ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

No one has ever truly known where the soul dwells before the heart begins to beat. Nor what it sees, nor what it remembers. And when the final pulse fades, in the last breath of life, where does it return? In the Aragas Legacy ... before humanity fled its dying star,souls were born in the halls of light, woven into destinies shaped by ancient politics and forgotten wars. There, Celestia lived. A young princess, veiled in mystery, her eyes hiding truths no one in the court dared to name. Three hundred sixty-five years before the collapse, she met Aldario... by chance, or perhaps by design. A boy whose presence unraveled the threads of fate. Their love was not new. It had burned before. It would burn again. And each time, it would vanish like starlight swallowed by dawn. In Aragas, nothing is truly born. Nothing truly dies. Everything returns.

This is a HUNTERxHUNTER (by Yoshihiro Togashi) fanfiction... --*-- "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆--𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ wields powers. Surpassing even "Nen." It is a gift--or perhaps a curse--bestowed upon them by both the "Celestials" and the "Void." It's nameless, an unseen force that turns sheer will into an unbreakable armor. It peels back the veil of time just enough to glimpse the future. It allows the mind to read intention before action, to unravel an enemy before they strike. And then there's the rarest aspect of all--the ability to impose one's will upon others. The weak collapse. The uncertain tremble. Even the strong hesitate. Such are the spoils of wandering between dimensions, of tearing through worlds not meant to be touched. But in the end, it meant nothing. Those powers were stripped from ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ, ripped away like they were never theirs to begin with. All they have left are memories--hollow echoes of what once was. And memories alone hold less power. ...Memories...? --*-- P.S. 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕒! 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪--𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝔻𝕌ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥. 🫥

​This is a ⚡️ Q&A ⚡️BOOK IN WHAT ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR ?, I Open The Floor To Myself and You All to find the answers that ley deeply in our souls. The Questions We Should Ask Ourselves ​Its true importance lies in presenting a set of fundamental questions-the ones that each of us should give ourselves the time to ask, honestly and often. JOIN ME.😁 LET'S SEE THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOULS.

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!

In a world where memories burn brighter than fire, and destinies echo through wooden toys and whispered legends... one boy survives the night that should have ended everything. Drazon never asked to be the last child of a fallen village. He never asked to carry a wooden toy carved by a father he barely remembers. He never asked for the fire - the one that swallowed his home, his family, and the life he knew. But fate is not concerned with what he wants. Fate only knows what he must become. Now, with shadows stalking the edges of the forest, whispers crawling through the dark, and a strange golden light that seems to call his name, Drazon steps into a world woven with secrets older than kingdoms, older than gods - older than time itself. He will meet wanderers whose smiles hide histories, warriors whose scars speak louder than their voices, and beings who should not exist at all. Every step forward pulls him deeper into the truth behind his village's destruction... and the truth behind AION - a force that bends destiny, memory, and the fragile boundary between creation and ruin. But the deeper Drazon walks into the unknown, the more he realizes: What was taken from him was only the beginning. What waits for him may change the world. And the wooden toy he carries... is no toy at all. A story of grief and growth. Of slow-burning revelations and quiet courage. Of a boy chasing the pieces of himself through a world that is breaking - or being reborn. AION - where every moment matters, and every heartbeat echoes forever.

Balance, the silent hinge where opposites turn into one another. Part 1: Fragments Part 2: Illuminated

Ο κόσμος που ζούμε δεν είναι η βάση. Είναι το αποτέλεσμα. Κάπου ανάμεσα στον χρόνο και στη μνήμη, η πραγματικότητα άρχισε να παρουσιάζει σφάλματα. Λέξεις που αλλάζουν. Γεγονότα που δεν συνέβησαν ποτέ. Αναμνήσεις κοινές σε χιλιάδες ανθρώπους, αλλά ανύπαρκτες στα αρχεία. Το φαινόμενο ονομάστηκε αλλιώς. Mandela Effect. Αστοχία μνήμης. Συλλογικό λάθος. Αλλά δεν ήταν λάθος. Ήταν επεξεργασία δεδομένων. Όταν ένας άνθρωπος έρχεται σε επαφή με πληροφορίες που δεν θα έπρεπε να υπάρχουν, αρχίζει να βλέπει τον κόσμο σαν αυτό που πραγματικά είναι: ένα σύστημα που επανεκκινείται, διορθώνεται και εξελίσσεται. Πίσω από κάθε «τυχαίο» γεγονός, υπάρχει αλγόριθμος. Πίσω από κάθε επιλογή, ένας περιορισμός. Και κάπου έξω από το σύστημα, υπάρχουν Παρατηρητές. Το ερώτημα δεν είναι αν ζούμε σε προσομοίωση. Το ερώτημα είναι ποιοι το γνωρίζουν... και γιατί κάποιοι θυμούνται. Αν αυτή η ιστορία σε κάνει να νιώθεις ότι κάτι δεν ταιριάζει, ίσως δεν είναι η ιστορία που διαβάζεις. Ίσως είναι η πραγματικότητα που ραγίζει.

To everyone else, he is the perfect student: polite, intelligent, and on the fast track to a future he's supposed to want. But this is just a role he plays. A mask to hide the truth. At 21, he moves to the historic university city of Pécs to start his life, but he's already a ghost. He is a detached spectator in his own story, watching himself perform the part of 'The Son' and 'The Student' with a cold, clinical precision. Haunted by the shadows of a father who left and a mother he can't help but hurt, his new life is not one of freedom. It's a life of financial spreadsheets, missed parties, and the crushing weight of a poverty that isolates him from a world he can't afford to join. The city's ancient streets and bustling lecture halls are just a backdrop. His real world is the four walls of his sterile dorm room, the bitter static of phone calls home, and the pages of a black notebook-the only place he is honest. He watches, he records, and he asks himself one question: How long can you perform a life before you are completely disqualified from living one?

Elouise seemed like someone who wore her heart on her sleeve. The truth, however? She was very careful not to. Her life moved in gentle routines: shelving books at the shop, volunteering at the nursing home, filling her days with small, dependable connections. Predictable. Safe. Enough to keep the loneliness at a manageable distance. Then he appeared. A stranger with a lemon-print umbrella, whose visits to the bookshop followed a peculiar, almost ritualistic pattern. He never lingered too long. Never explained himself. Yet each encounter left Elouise curious in a way she hadn't felt in years; drawn toward something she didn't fully understand, but couldn't stop noticing. And behind her, the past waited. Not her mistakes, but the wreckage of someone else's. A history she's spent years avoiding. A voice she never wanted to hear again. Memories that refuse to stay buried, no matter how carefully she's built her life around them. As grief resurfaces and lines between strangers begin to blur, Elouise is forced to reckon with the question she's spent a lifetime dodging: Can needing someone ever be safe? Or does love always come with a cost she can't afford?

"An embryo is a life confined. A chicken is an embryo that dared to live." Every morning, Y/N wakes up in a room he doesn't recognise. Every morning, he crawls from a low-ceilinged purgatory into a house full of strangers who call him 'Son.' He is the world's most temporary orphan. He knows that by midnight, his memory will reset, the family will vanish, and he will be transplanted into a new life. It is a cycle of beautiful, agonizing futility. But Y//N is cursed with an intellect that notices everything-the dust on a dark oak drawer, the specific yellow of a sister's teeth, and the taste of the omelette served for breakfast. Today, it's an egg. Tomorrow, it's the chicken. As the patterns begin to bleed together, Y/N realises that while his presence in their lives is meaningless, the act of reaching out is the only thing that makes him real. In a world where nothing is forever, can a single day be enough? PS: I hope you enjoy!-Author I wrote this in one sitting, I don't know if I should continue it, please let me know! Thanks

This humanity I love, this humanity I despise It is all that we have, all that we are But what does it mean to be human ? Unavoidably, inevitably, irreducibly human Nothing more, nothing less Only human

In a world that decides who deserves to live based on appearance and strength, justice is merely a story told by the victors. Is it right to save a butterfly from a spider's web, knowing the spider will starve to death? When two opposing visions collide, the line between good and evil becomes dangerously thin. Disclaimer! This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the rights to any of the original characters or elements drawn from the One-Punch Man (OPM) universe.

When the technology of the future meets the legends of the past, the final war for Dharma begins. The year is 376,898 CE. Humanity has survived millennia of resource wars, surviving on Thorium energy and the remnants of ancient civilizations. Bharat stands as the last bastion of democracy in the East, but a shadow is rising from within its own history. Following a catastrophic attack on a secret nuclear facility in Arunachal Pradesh and the brutal assassination of the National Security Advisor, Lieutenant Akash Agnihotri uncovers a conspiracy that defies logic. His investigation leads him beyond the veil of modern science to the legendary, hidden city of Shambhala-where the Chiranjeevis, the immortals of the Mahabharata, have been waiting. As Prime Minister Rajshekhar Shah invokes the ruthless Doval Doctrine, declaring a new era of preemptive warfare, a desperate alliance is forged between the advanced military of modern Bharat and the ancient warriors of Shambhala including Ashwatthama and King Bali. Together, they must face the Kāla-niṣṭha Sevayam, a shadow order dedicated to bringing about the rise of Kali Purusha. From the high-tech war rooms of Raisina Hill to the mystic peaks of Kailash and the deadly shores of North Sentinel Island, Karma Yoga vs Dharma Yuddha universe is a high-octane journey where ancient prophecies collide with futuristic warfare. The past is not dead. It is waiting to be rewritten. And journey is just the begining.

A journal owned by an adolescent overthinker, who is trying to keep themselves in the present and documents daily thoughts and thank-you's for the little things in life. ⟦ N o t e s ⟧ - TW:: Will be updated as I write. - English is not my first language, therefore feel free to let me know if you find any illogical sentence structures or spelling mistakes. - A little spoiler, but so that you understand - the grattitudes in the end of the entries not always match the concepts in the text perfectly, but do match with the topic in general. Enjoy!

Are you a passenger on the Schedule, or are you driving the car? Most of us live in the "Deterministic Trap." We sense a problem coming-a difficult text, a financial pinch, a sudden silence-and we freeze. We brace for impact. We let the "Schedule" of past mistakes and future anxieties dictate our reality. We ask, "Will this happen to me?" This book is the answer. And the answer is: No. The Kinetic Imperative is not a self-help guide; it is an operating manual for the high-voltage machinery of your own awareness. Drawing on the physics of "Kinetic Alignment," the mechanics of the "Sensorium," and the power of the "Veto," this manifesto teaches you how to stop watching the crash and start engineering the road. You will learn: The Veto: How to jam the signal of an unwanted timeline. The Sensorium: How to navigate your 4,096-dimensional internal state without blowing the fuse. Laminar Flow: How to become so aerodynamically aligned that friction becomes fuel. Stop hesitating. Stop scrambling. The "wobble" you feel is just the energy waiting for your command. Status: Online. Phase: Locked. Direction: Forward.

In a world where technology evolves faster than ever, how will artificial intelligence shape our future? Look Into the Future invites readers to explore the potential of AI through a journey of discovery and transformation. From twin systems to real-time multilingual translation, this book examines how AI will revolutionize language, communication, and our very way of life. A tale of discovery, change, and future possibilities-Look Into the Future challenges us to think about the world we are creating with every decision we make today. What lies ahead, and how can we shape it? *This book captures thoughts at a particular moment in time. It reflects curiosity rather than certainty and does not provide answers. Disclaimer: The characters, events, and places within these pages exist purely in imagination. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Hashtags: #Science fiction #Philosophy #Future

A raw, confessional journey into the mind of a narrator adrift, wrestling with loss, fear, and the fragile threads that hold life together. Through intimate letter, he confront the void within and ask: how long can the flame endure before it goes out?