Rational Stories

Transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, Jon Hart brings a mind built for science into a school ruled by magic. A child genius with a photographic memory, Jon doesn't rely on prophecies or brute power-only logic, discipline, and precise planning. From dueling spells to magical beasts, every challenge at Hogwarts becomes a problem to solve. Can pure intellect thrive in a world driven by bloodlines, destiny, and chaos? A slow-burn, strategic Harry Potter fanfic. Magic meets science. Strategy over spectacle. Part One: https://www.wattpad.com/story/398673692-hogwarts-reincarnated-as-the-top-student

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.

Horror stories. Just Horror stories? No, this "horror" isn't "oh woe is me I'm going to die because I forgot to lock the door and not answer the phone". No this is NOTHING like that. Or it would be so? Yes no maybe so.

"History says nations are built on speeches and slogans. History is wrong." "Nations are built on plumbing, supply chains, and systems." Bilal, a cynical game developer from 2024, knows exactly how the "game" of British India ends-with the fire and blood of 1947. When he wakes up inside the mind of Muhammad Ali Jinnah (Father of The Nation) in 1930, he realizes that following the historical script is a death sentence for millions. The Quaid-e-Azam (Father of The Nation) of the textbooks-the distant, immaculate lawyer-needs a patch. Forming an unlikely partnership, the modern systems thinker and the Edwardian barrister abandon the politics of London and Delhi. Instead, they retreat to the forgotten backwaters of Montgomery to attempt something dangerous: Project Sandalbar. Their goal is not rebellion-but construction. To build a functioning prototype state inside the belly of the British Empire. Armed with modern knowledge of logistics, communication networks, and resource management-wielded through Jinnah's razor-sharp legal mind-they begin engineering a sanctuary against the coming storm. The Mission: Turn a dust-bowl estate into a self-sustaining fortress. The Tools: Sanitation protocols, radio networks, cooperative economics, and a militia disguised as farm guards. The Obstacles: Feudal lords, imperial suspicion, religious extremism, and the ticking clock of history. They are not fighting for independence. They are building a lifeboat. Can a game developer and a lawyer "mod" the operating system of the Raj before the server crashes?

She's after your soul.

Akko is your average person, sometimes below-average, sometimes above-average. An independent man entering college, he resides in the Ruruteru Ward within a country miles away from his hometown. He lives a new independent life as minimal as it gets with society as his worst archnemesis, it feels like it'll lower his humanity, feeling like solidarity of being a man on an island is what all he needs in life. That was about to change in his sophomore year when one day Ala-chan, his friend, invited him to a hangout with her circle of friends. When he felt that everything was a tipping point to where everything was too good to be true, he blindly sparked a relationship with someone, but everything went blind from there. As doubts rushed through his overthinking about being with her and deserving all of this societal goodness, it became a monumental heap for him and his significant other. What turned out to be a utopian milestone for him turned into a war of love, a war of assurance, and a war of silence. With a society so unfair and muted, will Akko's view on society remain as weathered as it has always been, or will society or even his few acquaintances be on his side? 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: March 2022 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: June 2022

On April 14, 2016, I, Harrison Hastings, has discovered what man ponders.

Mothers love, partner love, forbidden love, those who will never love. A story of a soon to be woman and her wonderland, filled with magic, revenge and all she could need. But her desires won't be fulfilled u till her TRUE love is found again

The greatest miracle of Heaven is that it doesn't require a miracle to make peace on Earth.

Nothing. It just my random feelings with Alphabets

A circumstantial case for Ayn Rand's philosophy as a communist psychological weapon.

It has been five years since the incident. Life is not the same as it once was. Everyone struggles to find their way. Words alone do not console the trapped spirits, they need something more.

[Rational-Will AU | Splitted Falls AU] Sorry for some lacks of my english skills! If you can find any mistakes then please tell me! The story plays after the interdimensional rift started cracking and a fast solution had to be found! So Stanford asked Dipper to go with him to the old caves of Gravity Falls where he read about his biggest mistake for the first time. Maybe they can find something more, something hidden and once missed. And seemingly they hit paydirt: An ancient secret that Ford must have missed back in his days. According to those, the dream demon Bill Cipher wasn't always the one he is today. Or better, this side from himself... Like the title says it's about my Splitted Falls AU which contains my rational-William. It still plays in the normal Gravity Falls universe but with the addition of my fanmade version of the wellknown "Reversed Bill". And whoever decodes those ciphers first gets a cookie! ;) (Gravity Falls, characters, and some chapter images belongs to Alex Hirsch; Story, r-Will AU, Splitted Falls AU and story cover belongs to me)

A rationalist's descent into the unprovable premises that underlie every expectation of the future - and the creeping realization that the faith sustaining them may be a comforting, necessary lie.

His village burned, his sister captured and his life falling apart, all he has is a magic dagger to keep him alive. And the graces of the God of Darkness ofcourse, but who cares about that.

This little write up will explain you why this ugly war still exists.

summoning the winged moody demons

Just a random assortment of philosophical thoughts, collected ideas, and pointless rants. Whatever comes to mind really.