Logic Stories

لە گوندی ئاڵتیا، هیچ شتێک وەک ئەوە نییە کە دەردەکەوێت. کایی، گەنجێکی بلیمەت و گۆشەگیر، خۆی لە ناو یارییەکی کوشندەی لۆجیکدا دەبینێتەوە. ئایا دەتوانێت سۆرا ڕزگار بکات پێش ئەوەی تەڵەکانی کیرا مێشکی تێکبشکێنن؟"

A few philosophical essays I have written. Mostly about the meaning of life/morals, and stuff like that (just whatever I feel like writing, really). I won't update very often because I'm busy with other stuff, but I'm trying to read more books, so hopefully I will get more ideas/inspiration, and anyway, quality over quantity. Feel free to write your opinions in the comments! Keep in mind I'm only 15, so the grammar/pacing can feel off. Also, because most of this I wrote at like 2 am, and I hate reading over my work and editing it🥹 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Jane Madison comes across, anomaly. She is chosen a the main Character in a cosmic horror story, this is the story of how she strives to survive till the very end

​Si Anya Kim ay naniniwala sa order, sa formula, at sa logic. As a highly intelligent physics student with autism, her life is a controlled experiment: predictable, quiet, and safe. Ang tanging gulo lang sa buhay niya ay ang irregular beat ng puso niya kapag nag-co-compute siya ng mahirap na equation. ​But one rainy night in NYC, her perfect world shatters when she encounters Nikolai Volkov, a bleeding, massive Russian Bratva executor. He is pure chaos, violence, and the ultimate unpredictable variable. She saves him out of logical necessity-he was ruining her routine-and is forced to hide the most dangerous man in the city in her pristine apartment. ​He speaks only Russian and English. She speaks Tagalog-English-Korean, and the language of math. ​Ngayon, kailangan gamitin ni Anya ang lahat ng logic at formulas niya to survive the week, to heal the enemy, and to protect her heart from the only illogical equation she can't solve: the brute with the chilling blue eyes. She lives by logic. He rules by impulse. Now, their lives depend on one perfect calculation. Can order conquer chaos, or will this dangerous variable destroy her beautiful, predictable world?

Human AU | Remy Queen lives in Clarke, Canada. He's been going through... stuff (he'd rather not talk about it), and has dealt with it in his own, albeit rather harmful, way. When his friends catch wind of his coping, however, they send him to therapy-- therapy! Though, now that he thinks of it, going to therapy might not be so bad when your therapist has bubble-gum pink hair and a honey-sweet laugh... | Remile, Demus, Logicality, Prinxiety #1 Remile; #2 EmilePicani

"When I grow up I want to be a knight just like you, Daddy!" "And you will, Kayley, don't you worry." ~ Patton traced the name carved into his father's headstone, smiling sadly to himself. "Happy birthday, Dad. I know I'm wasn't the perfect daughter, and never will be... but I hope I'm the son you would have wanted." He heard his mother calling, something about his chores. The chickens needed feeding, the barn needed cleaning. "Hurry up, Kayley, so we can start your dress later!" Patton grimaced and looked up at the red streamer hanging from the barn roof. If he squinted he could see the neighboring farm, flying the same streamer. Camelot was finally finished. The soaring castle walls in place, stained glass casting bright colors across the floors. The large, circular table was in place. Everything was ready. Patton was going to be at that table if it killed him... and with his biological predicament, it just might. Taking a small stick, he went around his father's gravestone and began to write in the dirt behind it. 'Kayley Albrecht' "Kayley!" He winced and dropped the stick, scrambling to his feet and brushing off his tunic. "Coming, Mother!" ~ Characters belong to Thomas Sanders THIS BOOK CONTAINS CLOSETED TRANS PATTON. THERE WILL BE SERIOUS AMOUNTS OF UNINTENTIONAL MISGENDERING. I AM WARNING YOU IN ADVANCE.

When she finally entered the world she wished for but left her polished and well planned world in return, collides with his chaotic life, the results are explosive. They are a match made in opposition, forced to navigate the chasm between their lifestyles. Yet, behind the bickering and the clashing worldviews, their ties and heart found each other that forces them to grow. It's a story about breaking walls, compromising on comfort, and learning that home isn't a place but a person who is nothing like you.

Step inside and read this-you might think it has nothing to do with your genre, but that's exactly what makes it fun that it won't matter to your story, but the reality you learn here might be the spark that inspires your next book. Old man: Go on, mijo, take a peek-this little book might surprise you more than all those noisy stories you youngsters chase. Young person: Seriously, give this a shot-you might think it's not your thing, but it could be the one idea that flips your whole story game upside down. Child Come read this with me! It might look boring, but maybe it has something cool that makes your brain go wow. This collection brings together a variety of essays I have written throughout my college journey and beyond, spanning different styles, subjects, and moments of inspiration. Some were structured academic assignments, while others emerged from personal reflection or creative expression. Each essay represents a unique exploration of ideas, emotions, or analysis, capturing my growth as a writer and thinker. A collection of essays I've written so far in college and randomly.

It was only three in the afternoon, on a Sunday when it all started. That day would lead to freinds reconnecting, relationships forming, and unfortunally, death. That's Life after all.

"What would you do... . . . . . if you met a ghost who forgot everything?" . . . . . ".....Would you help it?" Hey guys! I welcome you this new book! I've searched the web and yes, I found tons of Aus regarding this but it has my spin on it and I hope you enjoy! Cover art belongs to: prettyinaccurate on Tumblr link: https://prettyinaccurate.tumblr.com/ Fair warning: Most chapters in this have mentions of abuse, heartbreak, self-hurt, self-hate, depression, panic attacks, etc. So if you are sensitive to these topics you should avoid reading this. Your health comes first! :3 Start: 11/02/19 End: N/A September 30, 2021: Help I wrote this when I was like 11 😭 Its discontinued because I hate it aha I will do a remaster because this fanfiction is what started my fall down the rabbit hole LMAO

#1 agathachristie #2 logic She didn't solve the murder. She proved it-perfectly, logically... and disastrously wrong. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Calculated. Clinical. Unforgiving. Selah Dunbar has been watching. Recording. Measuring. Every motion, every inconsistency, each person reduced to a variable in her ledger. ---- When Hugo Tremaine dies mid-toast, the village demands closure. A clerk is blamed. The books are balanced. But Selah knows the deadliest truth: the facts were never hidden-they were misread. ---- The Lunchbox Ledger is a dark psychological mystery about how perfect logic can become a lethal lie. (still under work)

If you read the title, you know what this is. Sanders Sides One-Shots, complete with fluff and angst. I do take requests. HEY 👏🏻 NO LEMONS KEEP👏🏻IT👏🏻CLEAN👏🏻

Virgil Storm has been in the foster care system for the past year and had just entered his seventh home. His new foster brother, Patton Sanders is quick introduce Virgil to his friends. Roman Prince, and Logan Jones. The three friends and his foster parent, Thomas Sanders try to make him feel welcome and at home but Virgil knows that he can never be happy or loved. Recipe For Me: Book One Disclaimer: I do not own Sander Sides, Thomas Sanders (and his friends), or any other characters made by Thomas. Notes: Lots of Lighting Thief Musical references, No Ships/OTPs Cover made by @LadyAwesome45321 Under Editing

This book has a LOT of stuff about anxiety, and not the trait. In fact, Morality is the one with a bit of an anxious side himself. When Logan finds Patton in the middle of an attack one day, what will happen? Honestly I am making this because I want to show it's okay to have weaknesses because it can help you and others around you find their strengths. And I did this with traits that aren't real and are actually fake fragments of a single person. Welp. Anyways, no matter if you're here because you like Thomas Sanders a little too much or you're just dealing with insomnia I welcome you. This is a completed book, as of July 25th, 2019. The sequel will/is titled Prinxiety- We Can Be One and can be found on my profile. Thank you my little insomniacs ❤️

The world is all that is the case. Not dreams, not illusions-only facts. Bruises, regrets, empty teacups... those are facts. Junior high was hell, and I learned the hard way that fantasies don't rewrite reality. Now, in this academy of points and masks, I try again. Every smile, every silence, every trivial gesture-small propositions building into something larger. Logic dressed as theater, with all of us trapped in our roles. I search for a truth that doesn't betray me. For words that won't collapse into ash. And if they fail-then perhaps silence will suffice. I am Akihiko Mamiya. A boy down the rabbit hole. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite or any of its characters, concepts, or settings. All rights belong to Syougo Kinugasa and the respective publishers. This story is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only.

Short stories featuring Thomas Sanders's original characters Morality, Prince, Logic and Anxiety. (Completed)

Raised in logic, he was taught emotion was weakness. He did not anticipate love being the most illogical force of all. A Star Trek Original Series Oneshot Storybook. Requests are appreciated. SpockxReader. If I post oneshots from Wrath of Kahn or Search for Spock, I apologize for the heartbreak and tears. Believe me, I will be just as devastated as you.

He calculates. He analyzes. Falconfang's path is one of cold logic, but when emotions enter the equation, the solution may not be what he expected. Original Warriors short story.

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.