Philosophical 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

Michihiro Kurozawa, a transfer student with an air of mystery and isolation, struggles to adapt to a world that feels strangely foreign to him. High school. His sense of values clashes with modern society, sparking tension with teachers and classmates and raising the question; can I fit in? Classroom Of The Elite Fan-fiction OC Author: deadpeakwars Illustrators: i.choked.on.a.cherry.pit (Discord) & 1hatethisname (Wattpad) & Sierra_NN (Wattpad)

From the very first breath I took, I knew my life would be marked by suffering... and by a curse. I didn't understand it at first. It wasn't the world that made me feel it, but something else... something inside me. My mother would tell me, through tears and with pride, that my father loved her deeply. He gave his life to face the colossal Legion of Demons, thereby saving the world... and his son. However, it was also said that this same man was cruel and ruthless. A butcher who found pleasure in the brink of death. Bearer of the mythical sword Necrosow, which now belongs to me by right... and by fate. For years I didn't understand why I possessed abilities that defied human laws. Everything began to become clear the day I met my father's master: Kronos, a legendary demon, just as he was. It was Kronos who revealed the truth to me: my father was not only a warrior of the Legion... He was also a traitor to his own race. A renegade. A monster to his own kind. But... a hero to humanity. And then, I knew that my existence had a purpose: to finish what he started. To stop the Legion at any cost! To forge me, Kronos cast me into Tartarus, leaving me at the mercy of its cruelty and trials. There I fought, bled, learned... and began to discover a deeper world. That of ancient magic, demonic lineage, forbidden alchemy... and the mystery of the Fifth Element: the Philosopher's Stone. Since then, the voices have not been silent. And I... I am no longer the same. Because now I know that my blood burns with the fire of a traitor, and the will of a savior. And I still don't know which of the two will win.

"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.. ~

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."

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

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)

A contuation of the religion of one grimoir multi project. The universe is indifferent. You already knew that. Here's what nobody told you: indifferent isn't the same as empty. HOPANOIA: Red Words to Blue Hearts is a book being written in public - a living document from a trans woman in Georgia who decided that nihilism wasn't the end of the conversation, just the beginning of a more honest one. It's a philosophy manual for people who can't stand philosophy manuals. A memoir for people who distrust memoir. A spiritual practice built by someone who doesn't believe in spirits. A TTRPG framework for the actual campaign of your life. It calls itself a "religion of one" - anti-dogma, open-source, built to be forked and remixed, never followed literally. Its central move is Anomance: the act of animating a dead universe with meaning, not because it's true, but because it makes the universe livable. These are the working notes. 196 parts and counting. Written through mental illness, HRT, grief, political collapse, and the daily act of refusing to go quietly. The real book is being mined from this archive in real time. You're not reading a finished thing. You're watching something become itself. If that sounds like your kind of book - you're already the reader this was written for. Signed: a thot that likes thinking. How to Use This Framework This is a mirror, not a map. It doesn't tell you where to go. It shows you what you're carrying. Tag your journal HOPANOIA if it helped you see something. You don't need permission. You don't need to agree with everything. You don't need a degree. Trigger warnings here are invitations, not fences. They mean: this door opens onto something real. Come in when you're ready. Build your own Omnibus. The Bible just shows you how mirrors are made. Anti-dogma. Open source. Remixable. If I must be a demon, I will be an ethical one.

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.

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

{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.

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.

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

A Tale of a Man Who Went Looking for Redemption but ended up unlocking hidden powers, fighting demons, and accepting new responsibilities.

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.

In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls confined to indefinite imprisonment in Mortmundus, the world of the dead. After seemingly fulfilling his final mission and earning the right to rejoin the circle of life, Raxyas is brought back to answer for its ultimate failure. As the people he once swore to protect are now the very same who shun and accuse him of treason for conspiring with those he should have destroyed, Raxyas must clear his name and tie up all loose ends if he wishes to achieve rebirth. Inspired by: The Elder Scrolls, Soul Reaver, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, Douluo Dalu. Note: this book is currently undergoing revision. --Credits-- Book cover: canva Map of Mortmundus: Azgaar's Fantasy Map Generator AI-generated images: craiyon -- You can also find this story on Royal Road (by unholy_sweetrolls).

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It is said there once lived a Farmer. He planted one seed, raised one Horse, and set one Ox aside for slaughter. From that seed grew the Prairie. Generations later, the Prairie has become a people, a history, and a way of life-and Gedeliah, grandson of its Farmer, has inherited the burden of keeping it alive. To his people, he is the Cowboy. To Kinesh, Lord Pride. To merchants and debtors across the West, the Liberty. And to the powers gathering in the East, he may soon become something far more dangerous. Then he meets Glory. Princess Gloria is the Firstborn of an Eastern King, heir to an empire built upon conquest, bloodline, and stories older than either of them. She has been raised inside those stories. Pride has been raised beyond them. When the two heirs meet, neither understands how much of the Land has already been decided in their absence. So Pride and Glory ride east. Across slave markets, dying settlements, fortified roads, merchant kingdoms, and forgotten Junctions, they begin to uncover a power spreading farther west than either believed possible. Every stop reveals another chain. Another tax. Another soldier. Another name spoken with fear. But the greatest danger is not the man waiting at the end of the road. It is what may be left behind when the road is finished. The Cowboy rides east to save the Prairie. Glory does not yet know what must be saved. And neither knows what the East will demand before it lets them turn back.

Anastasia hasn't always seen double. Or that's what she's always thought. She thought she was no different than the rest. Until she noticed that during evening, her eyes seem to weaken, and the world starts to get double, and she can see strange things, for a flicker of a second, one of the two seemingly identical images of one and the same thing changes. Does she really manage to see the soul of the material world? Nothing is what it seems like, people say. But for Anastasia, everything is what it seems like - even the hidden truth that stays unseen for all the other people. Her world is different and unique, because she literally sees it differently. She has double vision and all her life through, she's been searching for the reason. Little did she know that she'd been searching for the wrong thing. Because not the reason mattered But the purpose it was meant to fulfill. P.S this is my original work, please leave gentle comments