Philosophie Stories

No world should be punished by its people.

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.

⚠️ Warning: This Might Change How You See Everyone Around You Some truths are invisible until someone shows you how to notice them. People hide layers, masks, and intentions you might never spot-unless you know where to look. A careless glance can mislead you, a wrong assumption can cost more than you think. Some signals are subtle, almost imperceptible; others hit like a jolt. ⚫ This isn't about manipulation or mind games. It's about clarity, insight, and understanding the hidden currents that guide those around you. Learn the silent cues, the unspoken patterns, the gestures that reveal what people are really thinking. Mastering this changes how you move through the world-quietly, confidently, wisely. 🕯️ Curious? Pay attention. Watch closely. Every page nudges you closer to seeing what most overlook-and why that might matter more than you realize. Step inside... and the world, and the people in it, will never look the same again.

Is Percy Jackson a troubled kid? You could say that. 4 schools, 4 years, 4 expulsions. It's hard not to come to that conclusion, and it's even harder to find a school that will take Percy without writing an essay to the headmaster. So when a mysterious letter from a mysterious, strange school named Hogwarts arrives, inviting Percy to attend with 0 consequences and 0 risk of judgment, only Percy's step-dad, Gabe, is against Percy attending... And Percy doesn't really care what his step-dad thinks anyway. So join Percy Jackson as he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and learns the secrets that hide within the castle's stone walls.

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.

⚠️SiKoRa is a fictional story created to explore the world without God, the things discussed and the events that play out can be not only mature but also offensive, but in no way is the story trying to encourage a certain act or make fun of an event. I repeat: if you are offended/disgusted by these certain events/actions then I advise you to not read.⚠️ _Viewer's discretion is advised._ "The Book Of Uriel" Before the beginning, there was nothing. Before Heaven, before Hell, before time itself-there was only silence. Then came the first light, the first rebellion, and the first fall. Now, in a universe where angels, demons, and ancient powers clash, Gabriel, the trickster of Heaven, is forced to reckon with his own fractured existence. As the celestial balance teeters on the edge, secrets long buried are unearthed, and the true cost of power is revealed. Betrayal runs deep, and redemption is nothing but a fleeting illusion. What happens when the foundation of existence begins to crumble? In a world of endless wars, shifting alliances, and forgotten gods, the question remains: Can anything truly be saved, or is everything doomed to turn to ash?

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.

NOTE: new part every Friday 17.00 CET A few centuries have passed since humanity turned down a technocratic, shadowed path. Everything is working as a well-tuned machine; on Earth; on orbit; on the Inner Solar system. Could a single, mundane accident in this perfectly tuned system be enough to lift the bonnet and reveal the the hidden things at its very heart?

A collection of daily thoughts, observations and hypotheses on love, power, survival and traumas..

some think pieces from my late afternoon mind drifting

You aren't reading this by accident. You are here because the mask you've been wearing is starting to crack. Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt like a stranger was looking back? Every day, you play a role. You smile, you follow the rules, and you pretend to be 'good.' But I know the truth. I know about the version of you that stays hidden in the shadows-the one that is selfish, cold, and calculating. This is not a self-help book. I am not here to heal you or tell you that everything will be okay. I am here to be your mirror. In Shadow of the Self, we will dismantle the lies you tell yourself. We will explore the 'Silent Psychological Deception' that you've turned into an identity. From the fake moral masks to the buried desires you're too afraid to admit, we will strip away the layers of your artificial persona. Warning: This journey is uncomfortable. It will make you tense. It will make you feel exposed. But once the mirror is broken, there is no going back to the lie. Are you brave enough to meet your real self? Or will you keep hiding behind the corpse of your identity?

Ian enjoys his retro-inclined lifestyle until first visions and the disturbing artificial intelligence Aethairis shatter his world. Aethairis calls into question everything that Ian believed he knew - his life, and his devotion to Bach's music.

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. 🫥

Some silences don't fade. They echo in light too soft to hold. Zuri is a philosophy student at Veloren College, a remote university tucked in the mountains where silence speaks louder than words. A star in slow collapse. Most days, she drifts through classes and corridors with her head tilted toward the sky, searching for meaning in old thoughts and half-remembered dreams. Haunted by a past relationship she never truly left behind-and a present she doesn't fully belong to-Zuri begins recording late-night messages into a fictional radio show. In each imagined broadcast, she speaks to the moon, to no one, to herself. With the kindness of her best friend Samantha, the chaotic pull of Waverly "Wave," and the ghosts of memories that come uninvited, Zuri must learn to navigate both the philosophies she studies and the inner gravity of grief, longing, and self-forgiveness. This is a novel about streams-of love, of absence, and of the parts of ourselves we think we've outgrown but haven't yet let go.

I am an ethics philosopher, raising myself into greater spiritual awareness. This book is dedicated to everyone, but especially the dreamers dedicated to a better world.

No one is safe. The torch of man and every single intelligent being on the planet is at stake. A hyper-intelligent race known as the Endall sees themselves as the superior race and they will die trying to defend that title. There are trillions upon trillions of these things that were created by the uncaring hands of evolution as a deadline that humanity failed to reach. And then there's Mosh. Mosh is a seemingly normal giant that is nothing but a pawn in the human military's eyes but to the Writer, he's everything. A select few know who the Writer is and even fewer know the prophecy the Writer has planned for Mosh. But Mosh doesn't know. Mosh is just living his life and sees himself as an unfortunate bystander in a global crisis. But he's being watched by more than just the Writer. Viewer Discretion is advised for violence, gore, language, alcohol use, and sexual themes.

Some versions of me.

Original story written by me - no AI assistance. The story follows the cursed Mirovan family, bound by an ancient legacy that has haunted them for generations. As their hidden history begins to unravel, four powerful forces-each driven by its own ambition-rise to seize control over humanity. Caught between old curses, buried secrets, and an unforgiving struggle for dominance, the Mirovan family finds itself at the center of a silent war between darkness and light... a war that will shape what they were, and what they are destined to become. ----------------------------------------

Is love a sin?