Philosopher Stories

Who are you when you're with me? There is a version of you that your family knows. A version your oldest friends remember. A version that appears around the person who makes you laugh until you forget to be self-conscious. And perhaps a version that only exists when you're alone. We like to believe that somewhere beneath all of it is one "real" version of ourselves. The truest one. The one that exists untouched by everyone else. But what if that's not how people work? What if the people we meet don't simply become part of our lives, but quietly bring out parts of us we didn't know existed? The People We Become Around Other People is an exploration of identity, relationships, memory, and all the different selves we carry through life. The friends who make us feel like children again. The people who make us smaller. The ones who teach us confidence. The ones who teach us fear. The ones who remember a version of us we've long since outgrown. And the uncomfortable question underneath it all: If everyone knows a different version of you, which one is actually you?

━━━━━━━━━ ( 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

Jaikar spent years chasing his dream job with unwavering discipline. Then she walked in, painting his life with colors he had never known. As love ignited, chaos threatened to shatter everything he held. She drew new stars across his skies, And ignited the fire behind his eyes. Now passion burns where order reigns. Two hearts, one tethered, one untamed. Can he keep both, the dream and the fire, Or should one fall for the other's desire? "You could've died because of me." "You could've died because of me too." "But why! Why would you do that for me?" "Something was there. Long before I know it."

Book 1 is now complete She spent her life fighting monsters no one else dared to see. When the world failed, Vedha built her own system-an underground network that hunted those who thrived on suffering. She predicted betrayal. She accepted the cost. And still-she died saving others. But death was not the end. Reborn in the age of the Mahabharata, she enters a world ruled not by logic-but by dharma. A world where men like Yudhishthira cannot escape righteousness... And beings like Krishna already know how it ends. War is inevitable. Choices are irreversible. Knowledge is not power-it is a burden .If you already know the ending... WOULD YOU STILL TRY TO change it? #1 Mahabharata #3 Mahabharata #5 Mahabharata #1 Yudhistira #1 parashurama #2 Arjuna

"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.. ~

18+ Margo, a philosophy student in a feminist ethics class, crosses a line one drunken night and finds herself pulled into a dark, erotic web of desire and control. What starts as a whispered challenge spirals into submission. Four different men, all hungry for power. Belts on skin, knees on carpet, mouths filled and denied, bodies used and tested. Amid debates on power, consent, and fantasy, she surrenders deeper-to pain that blooms into pleasure, to rules that strip away choice, to the quiet thrill of being nothing but obedient. A raw, unapologetic descent into kink, hierarchy, and the intoxicating edge where feminist theory meets flesh.

An egotistical supervillain, thrown back in time by her sidekick, must work with her past self--and her ex-girlfriend-turned-superhero, in order to find her way home. ☆ Rory Lennox, also known as the supervillain Ridge, always gets what she wants. At least until her loyal sidekick goes rogue, throwing her back to her university years using the time machine she invented. When her path crosses with her past self, she finds past-Rory is willing to believe time travel exists, but not that she would ever become a villain. To make matters worse, Accha Coderia, Rory's superhero-rival and ex-girlfriend, is trapped in the past too. As the two are forced to work together to fix the machine, unresolved tensions rise between them, daring to re-ignite a flame they have both been trying to ignore. In order to get home, Rory must ensure the past plays out exactly as it happened the first time, which means reliving the events leading to her descent into villainy. Rory might be doomed, but maybe... just maybe... her past is exactly what she needs. Content Warning: Brief mention of suicide. Please use discretion. Cover by @-MilaSteele

Myurei Natsuya, a determined delinquent with no faith in freedom, is rejected from the Hunter Program of the Cosmic Power Restoration Corporation (CPRC), not because of his ambition, but because he has less potential for an E-Grade. Hunters exist in this world to fend off threats that overpower humanity, using their leveling-up abilities and game-like interactive interface, their inventory to store weapons, putting points into their potential, and much more. After a life-altering incident, everything changes. His reputation as "the Weakest" begins to fade, setting him on a path to rise, grow, and ultimately become a force remembered for erasing the demons that threaten existence itself, thereby changing his belief in liberation. He attained a primordial power that transformed him into a cosmic being, enabling him to survive this accursed world with adaptability, responsibility, and friendship. Although he had faced trauma and struggles to be brave, he used all his strength to defend and fight for mankind and the Sovereigns, from its opposing threats named the Tyrants, leading to the end of humanity. It's Peace from Freedom, or Power. "It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows." - Epictetus Updates Weekly. (Hopefully)

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.

God Is Coming is an epic fantasy novel that blends mystery, romance, philosophy, science, religion, poetry, and war into a sweeping story about the destiny of humanity. John, a mysterious being from the divine realm, descends to Earth with extraordinary powers but no clear memory of his true identity or purpose. As he gradually uncovers the truth through recollection and meditation, he uses his gifts to help countless people while learning what it truly means to be human. Every discovery brings him closer to a decision that will determine the future of both humanity and the divine realm. Set against a breathtaking backdrop that spans Heaven and Earth, the novel reimagines Jesus, the Garden of Eden, the rebellion of the angels, the Third World War, and Armageddon through a fresh and original vision. At its emotional core lies a deeply moving love story between John and a human girl, revealing the beauty of love, sacrifice, and hope in the face of impossible choices. Richly layered with original poetry, philosophical reflection, and imaginative world-building, God Is Coming explores timeless questions about God, humanity, destiny, and the meaning of existence. Combining suspense, emotional depth, and epic storytelling, it invites readers on an unforgettable journey into a universe where every mystery leads to a greater revelation. The novel has also been adapted into a feature screenplay of the same title. The screenplay has received numerous awards and official recognition at film festivals around the world.

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

Karna was born of the Sun. Danush was chosen beneath it. Sixteen-year-old Danush is an ordinary village boy-or so he believes. He has no royal blood. No famous lineage. No place among the great warriors of his age. But since childhood, the Sun has watched him. Strange visions haunt his dreams. Golden markings appear on his palms. And hidden beneath an ancient mountain waits a celestial bow that refuses every hand except his. Its name is Sūryāntaka. The Bow of the Chosen Light. As Danush is drawn beyond the mortal world and trained in the realm of Surya, he discovers powers that no ordinary warrior should possess-and a destiny that will eventually lead him to the greatest battlefield of them all. Kurukshetra. There, he will stand beside the warrior he was never meant to call his brother. Karna. But Danush's path is not about becoming another Karna. It is about becoming himself. Because when gods, kings, brothers, friends and warriors are forced to choose between victory and righteousness, Danush will face the question that no weapon can answer: What are you willing to protect when the price is everything? And on the seventeenth day of Kurukshetra, when Arjuna's arrow is aimed at Karna... Danush will draw his final weapon. An arrow born not from hatred. Not from revenge. But from the purest purpose of his heart. The Soul Arrow. And when it is released- Kurukshetra will never be the same. Some warriors are born into destiny. Some fight against it. And some are chosen by the Sun to change its final chapter.

လူတစ်ယောက်ရဲ့ တန်ဖိုးဟာ သူပိုင်ဆိုင်တဲ့ ငွေကြေးနဲ့ အာဏာလား၊ ဒါမှမဟုတ် သူ့ရဲ့နှလုံးသားလား။ ဂုဏ်ပကာသနတွေနဲ့ ပြည့်နှက်နေတဲ့ လောကထဲကနေ လူ့တန်ဖိုးအစစ်အမှန်ကို မေးခွန်းထုတ်ထားတဲ့ ဇာတ်လမ်း။

Thoughts that seek no logic, poems that fly without taking any direction. A collection that does not seek to engage in discourse, though the Outer and the Inner both demand it. No images, only words shaping a diary that seeks neither a purpose, nor an end.

Em uma cidade portuária de invernos longos e luz cinza, onde os canais refletiam o céu com a mesma indiferença com que o tempo passava, vivia uma jovem chamada Ethica Spinoza. Ela havia sido separada de sua comunidade ainda adolescente. Não por um crime de sangue ou de palavra, mas por uma forma de olhar o mundo que os outros consideravam perigosa. Desde então, Ethica habitava um pequeno quarto no andar alto de uma casa estreita, perto do porto. Ali, ela trabalhava com precisão quase ritualística: polia lentes de vidro até que a transparência se tornasse quase invisível, até que a luz passasse através delas sem distorção. Era um ofício silencioso, repetitivo, e de certa forma cruel consigo mesma. Cada lente levava dias. Às vezes semanas. E quando terminava, ela as entregava a um intermediário sem nunca perguntar para quem seriam usadas. A cidade a tratava com uma distância respeitosa e fria. As pessoas sabiam que ela existia, mas raramente a saudavam. Ethica não se queixava. Preferia a solidão a qualquer afeto que viesse misturado com pena ou curiosidade. Nos finais de tarde, quando a luz se tornava baixa e azulada, ela sentava à janela e observava o movimento dos navios, a forma como a água se quebrava e se recomponía, a maneira como as pessoas atravessavam as pontes como se suas vidas fossem separadas umas das outras. Com o tempo, começou a notar que nada daquilo era realmente separado. Havia uma ordem quieta em tudo. Não uma ordem moral, nem uma ordem que prometesse justiça ou conforto. Apenas uma necessidade profunda, quase musical, que ligava o vento à onda, a onda à madeira do cais, a madeira ao homem que a pisava, e o homem ao pensamento que ele nem sabia estar pensando. Ethica começou a escrever. Não diários sentimentais, mas proposições. Definições. Demonstrações. Escrevia como quem constrói uma estrutura que não pode ser abalada por sentimentos. E, quanto mais escrevia, mais o mundo ao seu redor parecia perder suas ar

Avery has been trapped in a tumultuous relationship with her grandpa since she could talk. One she has made all manner of attempts to run away from. Him and her Great Grandma, are the only family she knows. All hell breaks loose once she, Lady Veronica Ray Rose falls to her to death. In an attempt to break free from the shackles of abuse, Avery triggers a ticking bomb that explodes on her, rendering all the doors to her past open. A past she would never have deemed possible to exist. And yet it does. She's left with no option but to venture into a world she has no idea how it runs. It's in this world that they collide. Avery Nikita Rose and Denver King Paris. But Nikita is in no mood to hover in that world. Will she open her heart to a fragment of a past she wants nothing to do with? Or will she let it fade into the distant horizon... I mean, who needs that baggage anyway?

I am a strange loop and these are my musings.

In a parallel 1933, the Simon family returns to the city they once fled during the war. But within its ruins, the lingering threads of conflict pull Simon to his knees-will he cut them, or be consumed?"

Greenhouse Notes: Kinda crazy, but full of wonder Greenhouse Notes is not a book about having all the answers. It is a record of what happens when you stop demanding them. It began with simple questions-why, where, when, and how-and somehow those questions kept growing. Into gardens. Kitchens. Forests. Relationships. Grief. Joy. Work. Identity. The strange little moments that seem insignificant until you look at them long enough and realize they were telling you something. This is a collection of essays about learning to see. Not just what is happening, but what might be happening underneath it. Not just what something means, but what else it could mean. Not just the feeling itself, but what the feeling is trying to reveal before we rush to explain it away. Like a greenhouse, these pages hold a little bit of everything: things being cultivated, things being neglected, things outgrowing their containers, things that refuse to bloom on schedule, and things that somehow survive despite us. There are no neat formulas here. No five-step systems for becoming your best self. No promise that if you simply understand enough, life will finally make sense. There is only the invitation to look closer. Because sometimes the most ordinary thing becomes strange when you really notice it. A seed can make you think about patience. A meal can make you think about memory. A relationship can reveal the parts of yourself you hadn't met yet. A forest can make you reconsider what you thought you knew about being alive. And sometimes a question doesn't lead to an answer at all. Sometimes it leads to another question. And another. Sometimes they chain and create their own multiverse. And, somehow, that turns out to be the point. This is not certainty. It is curiosity in motion. A little chaotic. A little tender. Occasionally ridiculous. And, hopefully, full of wonder.

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.