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Philosophical Stories





The girl… with moon

2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 52 votes, average: 5.00 out of 52 votes, average: 5.00 out of 52 votes, average: 5.00 out of 52 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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July 9th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Other , Philosophical , True Stories  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  597 views

SHRIHARI ‘THE GIRL… WITH MOON…’ Music was the only thing that surrounded her in that lonely night. Tough to say whether it was effect of night or lack of sleep that made her to select this song in her i-pod… …. …. ‘GORI TERI AANKHEIN KAHEIN…. RAAT BHAR SOYI NAHI…!” A song by her all time favorite singer…. … Lucky Ali… …. That was truly an amazing night. She was sitting in the lap of sky looking upward… …. The moon with a symbol of smile was rising up in …

 

I … From Heaven

1 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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December 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Philosophical  |  Author: ashish negi  |  1198 views

    When I was child… I was simple, truthful, and full of affection or you can say what a usual child is supposed to be. My greatest quote to believe was “to eat and to sleep”. I was demanding but my all desires were easy to be fulfilled by my surrounding. I had a friend circle with whom I used to play around. I had another special friend with whom I used to roam around; it was my grandfather, who was most learned man in the world for me. …

 

The valley of death

1 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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November 25th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Horror , Philosophical , Suspense , Thriller  |  Author: shainur ullah  |  961 views

Valley of death A failed writer, poet and a depressed human being walks into a café, he orders a coffee and sits down with every other guy in the cafe which life had let down. He looks into his coffee, trying to figure out what he is going to do and where his future is going. An old man then comes into the coffee and asks the writer if he can sit down next to him. The old man ask the writer his name, the writer replies “writer just the …

 

The Longest Goodbye

4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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October 17th 2013  |  2  |  Category: Philosophical , Romantic Love , True Stories  |  Author:  |  6418 views

“Are you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest. “No. I can’t.” “You mean you won’t.” A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth, “I just can’t.” A blinding white-flash of rage rose up inside me. “GO THEN!” I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the cafe. He caught up and we walked in silence for some time. “Starry starry night,” he sang softly as we walked toward the pier. I squeezed …

 

THE GRAMMAR NAZI’s (a very very short story)

4 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 5    4.25/5
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September 4th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: shainur ullah  |  1190 views

Higgler’s grammar Nazis have taken over most of Europe and people who have difficulties with grammar or anyone who is dyslectic, or doesn’t have the right accent have to be taken to the grammatation camps for severe gruelling work and gassing. They have to wear a special sticker so people will recognise them as an incorrect grammar person. Shops have been smashed and businesses have been burnt by the grammar Nazis as they are seen as not equal and in the grammar Nazi world, the pure race is someone who …

 

Captive Ladybird

3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5    4.67/5
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September 2nd 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical  |  Author: Fariba  |  1728 views

Here I am… Seated on a chair in a room,surrounded by the tall, gloomy walls. It is raining out side,perhaps…if so , the ground is wet and on any of the leaves ,the drops of rain are sliding down,linger on … suspended, the leaves are bending down of ,sorrowful weight of drops… and all of a sudden, they split and drop down…one by one…like the moments are running away from me… I tap my fingers on the arm wood of the chair, like tapping the keys of a piano, and …

 

Where Were You when the World Ended?

4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 54 votes, average: 4.75 out of 54 votes, average: 4.75 out of 54 votes, average: 4.75 out of 54 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5    4.75/5
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August 18th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical , Tragedy  |  Author:  |  723 views

I have always been one of these people who is a bit well… dopey. I’m the kind of person who is late to work one day because somehow my shoelace has been lost and I had to spend ages looking for it, only to discover that it has been stolen by the cat. Why? I have no idea, because no man could ever fathom the mind of a cat (I honestly don’t even know why I got a cat in the first place). So, momentarily distracted, I rush to the …

 

The Bush

3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5    4.67/5
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August 17th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Children , Fairy tales , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: DavidYoung  |  1193 views

There was once a forest heavy with red oaks so magnificent that they touched the clouds… One day a traveler of sorts came to walk through and as he did he tripped over one of the roots along the forest floor… As he fell, his bag came loose and a very special jar of his flew out and smashed upon the ground… In it were seeds that he had collected through his many travels… He spent hours searching for the seeds that had scattered and by the time he decided …